Much as I have nothing but sympathy with the entire Grenfell Tower business, I’ve now officially ‘ad enough. The event has been politicised, hi-jacked and has descended into a class-war witch hunt. Not to the degree that it’ll detract from the rugby tomorrow but its just become really annoying.

Emails show that they cut costs when organising the… cladding!!!! A word that will never ever be used again by anyone who is not in a court of law. Never by anyone in the building trade. It is forever tainted. And by saving a few grand here and a couple of hundred thousand there they ended up with a building effectively covered in fire-lighters. Like those white sticks you use to start a barbecue. But here’s the thing: they didn’t know. Ok, maybe they should have known but that’s what building regulations are for. To ascertain any risk and make sure all materials and structures are safe and ‘compliant’. And those shitty, awful, deathly sheets of cladding, although illegal in America where they’re made, did indeed ‘conform’ over here.

But we’re all clever in hindsight. And virtually every tower block in the country, we’re now learning, is covered with the same shit. The cheap option.

And although Jeremy Corbyn et al are implying/suggesting that the council saved money “on the poor” because Lord Shit-don’t-Stink up the road needed a new footman to clean his Rolls Royce, that is just simply not the way it works. Councils, all of them, whoever is in charge, try to save as much money as they can. So the question is not about negligence but just simple choices. Do you want the more expensive cladding, even though the cheap one is totally approved and within regulations, or spend the money on teachers in the schools? Dinners for the kids? Rubbish collection? Police patrols?

Or they could have hiked the Council Tax to have it all, that’s always popular. Every council is always urged to cut costs. Obviously not with disregard to safety but they need to provide care for the elderly in vast amounts too. And you can only cut a pie so many ways. I know, I love pies. And never get a big enough bit.

This is nothing about ‘rich and poor’, nothing about ‘let’s burn the place down with everyone in it’, its just a thing. Ok, a horrible thing but let the inquiry take place and STOP ALL THE WORTHLESS ACCUSATIONS, SPECULATIONS AND BLAME-GAMING until its over.

Lila’s best friend is a giraffe. Should I be concerned?

Happy Friday

A xxxx