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A Potter's Moll: Still Seething

"I am still seething about having been caught out when I parked in B&Q car park in Dewsbury so I could go and sing in a choir concert in the nearby Minster.'' writes Liz Robison.

Liz had a more than ample reason to be annoyed. Anyone parking there after hours can be charged as much as £125!

Please do visit the Web site of Liz's internationally-famous potter husband Jim Robison http://www.jimrobison.co.uk/

I am still seething about having been caught out when I parked in B&Q car park in Dewsbury so I could go and sing in a choir concert in the nearby Minster.

Apparently, B&Q and Comet in Dewsbury have sold their car parks to a company called UK Parking Ltd who can charge anyone parking there after hours. The charge is £125, reducing to £75 if paid within ten days. Outrageous or what!

It’s all done by cameras and the DVLA told me that it is legal to give owner details, as they are a registered company. So, readers beware!

There are P signs displayed, as I discovered when I returned for another look. They are all about A4 size and the P takes up about two thirds of the space. It’s the small print below that you don’t notice which is the killer. It says that by entering the car park you have entered a contract to pay the charge. Entrapment, I call it!

The Citizens Advice Bureau said that these companies have all the legal loopholes sewn up so perhaps it was best to pay the reduced charge rather than risk further charges. ( £40 if not paid on time and the threat of court action after that.) But what a bad advert for Dewsbury

As we stood at traffic lights on our way home we saw a huge rat snacking on the remains of a take-away. Ugh!

Anyway I vented my spleen by writing to the company, ending: ‘I hope you people sleep soundly in your beds at night. (That probably gave them a good laugh.) I also wrote to my local paper warning people to beware, and everyone who told me they saw the letter is outraged by the huge amount of the charge.

Today we have just finished the last pottery course of the year in husband Jim’s studio. Eight satisfied customers have just left. I love hearing people’s stories over mealtimes. Karin, who now lives in the New Forest, spent time with her mother and three siblings in a Displaced Persons’ Camp in Germany after the war.

Jaffar’s parents left India for Tanzania just before Partition. He is just about to retire after thirty- five years as a dentist in Derby.

Barbara lives in Monaco but was born in Sydney, Australia. She arrived here via Newcastle (the English one) having visited her daughter who is at University there.

We have to visit the USA next week for the funeral of my mother-in-law who died aged ninety-two. I am not a big fan of the American way of death with its embalming, open caskets, visitations etc, being more of a humanist in favour of cardboard coffins and green burial if possible, but I will grin and bear it, as one does.

From the USA recently came a gift of a coloured glass pendant. I had to smile at the legend on the card it came with: This beautiful artesian (thought that was a well) pendant is designed with European overtones.’ Then sure enough in large print on the back MADE IN CHINA. It seems that almost everything these days that comes from the US is made there.

I attended the Huddersfield Examiner Literary Lunch recently, held in the banqueting suite at the fine Galpharm Stadium here in Huddersfield. One of the speakers was Harry Gration who is a presenter on our local Look North on BBC TV. He was promoting a book he has written about Freddie Truman, but as a preamble he talked about his co-presenter, Christa Ackroyd, who is, shall we say, is very image conscious.

He said that he and Paul Hudson, the weatherman, went into Christa’s dressing room one night after the programme where she sat surrounded by mirrors, and the following exchange took place:

Christa: Now lads, do you think I could do with a bit of work doing around my eyes?
Harry: I looked at Paul and he looked at me, and we said nowt.
Christa: What about the bust area, do you think that gravity is taking it’s toll?
Harry: I looked at Paul and he looked at me, and we said nowt.
Christa: What about my derriere, perhaps it’s not as pert as it used to be?
Harry: I looked at Paul and he looked at me, and we said nowt.
Christa: Come on lads, can’t you think of anything positive to say?
Harry: Paul looked at me and then he looked at her and he said: ‘You’ve got good eyesight, Christa.’

Just before all the potters arrived last week I discovered a tin of Black treacle had spilled on the shelf of a fairly inaccessible cupboard. All the other tins had stuck to it.

Pulling them out was like a sequence in a cartoon: put them in water to wash the treacle off: labels start to float off. Standing awkwardly with a bowl of water to wash shelf: bowl tipped over and all the water ran down my leg, I jumped away and fell over the rubbish bin and all the rubbish spread over the kitchen floor. Some days it’s better to stay in bed.

A journalist recently coined a brilliant word to describe the bride who demands everything for her wedding (at an average cost of £ 28,000, it said). The word is BRIDEZILLA.

More from me in a fortnight.


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