| Letters to the Editor |
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| Written by CoastRider Readers |
| Monday, 04 April 2011 16:12 |
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Dear Editor, After reading the press coverage in several of the English language newspapers last week I felt compelled to write again about my concerns regarding Neighbourhood Watch´s activities. Mr. Chris Poole replied very quickly to my letter last year, and also to the letter from the CLARO party, after he felt his toes had been stepped on. Neighbourhood Watch and especially Mr. Poole´s name were very prominent last week in the local press and always in connection with the PP party. One article actually stated that Monica Lorente had said of Mr. Poole: “Chris Poole was instrumental in getting the new emergency centre for the coast and I am very pleased that he is here in Orihuela Costa to help the local police in their fight against crime”. I wonder if Mr. Poole ever expressed his concerns to the Mayoress, and the PP party, about the length of time it has taken and will still take to get the centre up and running? I think not. Of course the Mayoress is pleased that Mr. Poole is here in Orihuela Costa to help the local police in their fight against crime – she certainly should be grateful that Neighbourhood Watch are helping due to the insufficient number of police officers here on the coast. Can you honestly still say Mr. Poole that you and Neighbourhood Watch are not political? I quote your statement in one local newspaper from June last year: “I would like to point out that as a group, we are not political. I am not political and I am not a member of any political party.” I for one really do not believe you Mr. Poole. Will Mr. Poole and Neighbourhood Watch be still supportive of the Mayoress now she has been charged with breach of trust, embezzlement of public funds and forgery? This further PP scandal I must add has not been mentioned at all by the English press up until my time of writing. This matter is also of interest to the readers not just photographs and reports of the laying of foundation stones and meeting the British Consul. Returning to the reason for me writing this letter. Is Mr. Poole (and the Neighbourhood Watch due to his position within this association) caught up in the PP´s wheels of motion and has been offered too many “favours” which have been accepted and now it is too late to decline? Would Neighbourhood Watch support this type of behaviour in England Mr. Poole? I do not think they would. You were very quick to reply to my letter last year Mr. Poole and I am very interested to read what you have to say in your defence this year. Yours sincerely,
Dear Editor In response to Paul Mutter's article 'A call for Costaleros' If there's anyone interested who lives in the Guardamar area and would like to know more about the International Cofradia before joining, or even get a lift to the practices or to the many social functions and outings that this Cofradia has throughout the year, I as a Costalero, who lives in Guardamar would be only to pleased to help. This is a very friendly organization of which I am proud to be a member, particularly when helping to carry this iconic 'Paso' through the streets of Torrevieja during Semana Santa. Contact Paul Gilbert. 966 727 376 or email This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
Dear Editor I am not a Bahá'í. I am a Christian, open to other religions and member of MIA the Alicante inter-religious movement, but when I read articles as the one you'll find below* and see the cynic and cruel attitude of Iran's government, I cannot remain silent. May I ask your solidarity and also your courageous denunciation of the cruel and unjust treatment of these seven Bahá’is, as well as so many others from different faiths, including Christians in a country with such a rich cultural history, held oppressed under a dictatorial regime? Thank-you in advance for all that you can do, as I am sure that every single effort counts in isolating and condemning such inhumane behaviors. Yours truly, TRIQE FUND is now back and anxious to get more funding for the injured Service Personnel, returning to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, in Birmingham. Comic Relief
Lui’s lounge bar on Camping Pueblo de San Javier - La Encina had a fund raising day for Comic Relief on Friday 18th march. Tony and Sharon the owners along with Mark cooked their home made fresh fish and chips which was delicious for over fifty people in short space of time. After, there was an auction and hair engraving with the word “Twit” etched into the hair which was left on for at least four days so people could see it while he is out and about and a raffle. During the day we had a cake sale, Tombola, Table top sale and Venetia Tony and Sharon’s daughter who is 11 years old did a sponsored silence for 2 hours straight after school which was very difficult as she likes to chat continuously. She raised €58. After all the fun Brian Cavanagh did his U2 Lemon Tribute Show without charge for his contribution towards the evening. Overall everyone had a fun day. A big thanks to everyone who helped in anyway, on this day we raised €605 which could not have been possible without them. Tony and Sharon also welcome charities to use their bar to raise funds, In the past Mabs, Help mar menor etc, have had fun afternoons there. Phone lui's Lounge 966189262
TEABREAK FICTION “Easter Eggs” ( a true account of envy ) I was only about seven at the time but I remember a little girl who lived up our street. I can’t remember her name but I do remember what a precociouslittle madam she was. The only thing we had in common was the fact that we lived in a terraced house though of course hers was posher. Well it was posher in the fact that it had nice curtains but when I think about it now, at least ours had a front and back garden whilst her house was one that had a front door leading off from the street. I can’t ever remembering even speaking to her though thinking back I suppose being a boy of seven speaking to girls was a no no. I’d play with my friends in the street outside her house . In the early fifties it was safe to play on the road with our footballs and chalk and we would enjoy many hours of fun with very little in the way of toys or suchlike. I remember Easter Sunday at the time and the thrill of getting two chocolate boxed eggs, one from dad and one from mum. Of course one had to be opened at once and eaten even though warnings of ‘spoiling my Sunday dinner’ were ignored with the lure of the fancy packaging and smell of the chocolate. Of course ‘madam’ up the street had more than one egg and more than two eggs in fact her front room windowsill was teaming with them. It was like a sweetshop window display with all the eggs turned with their colourful boxed fronts on view. It was as if she was saying ‘just look how many eggs I have and you have only got two!”. The eggs would be there for days whilst my two would have been eaten and forgotten about. I don’t suppose she even ate hers though she was a tubby little thing and probably a slave to confectionary. Maybe the boxed eggs were empty after all, maybe she was just pretending to have been given so many. I’ll never know the answers to that but I do remember the longings I had to sink my teeth into some of those eggs if in fact they were actually there! I often wonder what happened to that little girl, the same as I wonder what happened to those innocent days of playing in the street long before computers and MP3 players and the like. Just think how good it would have been then to have gone onto my computer and to have found that little girl on ‘Facebook’. What fun I could have had tormenting her about those eggs and the fact that she was tubby. Don’t get me wrong though, I wasn’t a spiteful child, far from it, nor was I a bully, apart from the time when I smacked a smaller kid around the ear for biting the end of a new loaf of bread he’d been asked to get for his mum. You should have heard him cry. Or the time I was taunted by a little girl in the park who dared me to twist her arm. Well you don’t ‘dare’ little boys of seven to do things do you? She also ran off crying her eyes out. I suppose I would have liked to have had the opportunity to confront the girl with the eggs and to ask her why on earth she was taunting me. I would have loved to have smashed all those eggs up I mean displaying all those eggs in her window like she was “Queen Bee” or something. I suppose I imagined she was doing it just for my benefit and not for the other kids in the street. Oh!There were other kids of course up and down the street but nobody else had such a display in their window just her, ‘Miss Precocious! I can’t ever remember her playing with any of the other kids in the street, in fact I can’t ever remember seeing her out playing at all. I think her sole purpose in life was probably to taunt me with those eggs. Sad really, things might have been different had she played with the rest of us but she always seemed distant , an enigma for want of a better word. Now I don’t know what happened to her. Maybe God in his wisdom denied her, her own children maybe she didn’t have any purposeful eggs. It would have served her right though I suppose that’s a bit cruel isn’t it? Or perhaps she went into politics she seemed just the sort. Quite capable of lining her own pockets and to hell with the rest of us. I can just imagine what her expense account would have consisted of. Cakes, sweets and chocolate and of course she’d have had a line of Easter eggs in the windows of number ten, but then again that’s only a terraced house isn’t it? At least ours had a front garden!
THE END by David Whitney c 2010  |
