Clattering Good Evening

Friends, I have decided to enter the blogosphere in the hope that my musings on all things from TAN 8 to the cat on the Caps Lock button may be of interest.  I have just returned from a trip to Clatter, a fine community which does not fancy becoming the 132,000 KV spaghetti junction of Mid Wales.  Suggestions as to what to do ranged from meditation to dark mutterings about angle grinders.  The poor sap from Scottish Power was almost going native.  When asked if he though all of this was appalling, out of scale and inappropriate, he agreed.  He smiled twice.  Once was at he idea that a re-designed pylon might be more acceptable (just how do you camoflague childhood cancer) and the other was when I was talking about local power generation for local needs.  "I would love to help with that!" he suggested.   As we left the meeting, where, as usual in Mid-Wales, radical political action was accompanied by a good cup of tea and a biscuit, my ten year old daughter expressed sympathy.  "He kept on blinking- he is not the right man to do consultation meetings" she said.  I agree.  If this were Hollywood, the power line men would fall in love with local girls and lay down their pylon plans.  We should find them all job insulating people,s houses....