Landlord Licensing - licence for councils to print money.....

Nearly 90% of landlords in England are private individuals who are responsible for 71% of all private rented households. (source: Landlord and Buy-to-let magazine issue 46). By 2016 it is predicted that one in five households will be in the private rented sector.



The West Winds, Newtownards - The observant will notice the wall separating the public and private sector houses Attribution: Photo by Albert Bridge

The Residential Landlords Association are reported in the Landlord and Buy-to-let magazine as saying institutional investment will not be enough to secure all the homes the country needs. It has called on the Chancellor to support the army of small landlords. Amongst the suggestions of Alan Ward, Chairman of the RLA are measures to boost the supply and quality of homes available to rent. He says "our recommendations would help unlock the enormous potential for the army of individuals who rent out property to expand and create more homes and through this, they will be feeding more resources back to the Treasury."

At the same time, local councils are trying to penalise private sector landlords rather than encourage them. Waltham Forest have been trying to bring in a controversial scheme of compulsory licencing throughout the borough. They claim that the private rental sector is responsible for anti-social behaviour within Waltham Forest. The private rented sector makes up one third of homes within the borough (source: Guardian-series 21/3/2014).

The original idea was to charge landlords £500 per property rented out, although there was no indication how this money was to be used to tackle anti-social behaviour. Indeed the landlords who paid the licencing charge were also charged with policing and disciplining their tenants. So, the proposal would lead to the council rolling in extra cash while forcing Landlords to tackle anti-social behaviour at their own expense.

Following a campaign by Waltham Forest Landlords and Victor Michael Letting Agents, the cabinet voted to assess the scheme and bring proposals back to the table after council elections in May.

We will have to wait and see what they decide.........
 

Run Rabbit Run

The DeVere theatre company has returned home to the Good Fortune theatre to start rehearsals for its next production.

 It is the first day of rehearsals and already there has been a change to the schedule. The part of the dead body is now played by Buck Mailer violently killed as he stood in the spotlight, stage centre......

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Benedict Egg didn't like to be beaten.



Benedict Egg

And he didn't like his business rival,Runcy Spoon. 

 

Spoon was a steely character who didn't liked people trying to outshine him.

Runcy Spoon

Both men were rivals in the field of electronic innovation.

Both had spent time and money trying to outdo the other.

Both were concerned about the problem of sustainable energy.

And now both were locked in a vicious battle to develop a sustainable energy supply.

The Egg & Spoon Race was on.......

It appeared to everyone that Benedict Egg may have won, when he announced a press conference.

The audience of journalists, VIPs and guests of the Egg Corporation arrived and took their seats.
 

But, as Benedict demonstrated his companies exciting discovery something went wrong.

 Benedict was electrocuted by his own device! 

Was this a terrible accident?

..........Or maybe this was no accident but MURDER!

 

 

 

 

So, with a room full of suspects, who did fry Egg?

It was up to the audience, with the help of Chief Inspector Fawken Knife, to determine the guilty party.

If you would like to experience The Egg and Spoon Race yourselves, why not hire a private party for your friends, family and colleagues. Actors play the suspects and interact with the audience throughout the event. Guests are given the roles of journalists, VIPs and guests of the Egg Corporation. Participation is optional - You can interact with the actors as much or as little as you feel comfotable with.


This murder mystery is written by Catherine Skeggs and produced by Invitation To Events http://www.invitation2events.co.uk/murder_mystery.html

 

Cast:-

Anne Rason as Sue Flay

Sandra Ziles as Faye B J Egg

Amy Aldridge as Molly Coddled

Peter Grant as Benedict Egg and Chief Inspector Fawken Knife

Catherine Schroder as Eau Bergine

Anthony Bird as Runcy Spoon

Ben Thornton as Al Bumen

Photography by Hussein Ahmet of husphotography

Everyday Love

A poem by Jenny Holmes

Everyday Love

Let him sleep now.
Children, creep quietly upstairs.
I'll tell him goodnight from you later.
This morning he left for combat,
Not on some mane tossing stallion
Just the bus and the tube train.
We welcomed him home, battle weary
Restored him with family laughter
Our semi sham-turreted castle
Offering sanctuary.

This evening he slew, single handed,
With a stroke from his firm's printed ballpoint,
Those twin headed dragons that threatened
Electricity bill and the mortgage.
Now he rests, with the world's visor lifted.
Let me reach out to touch you
My everyday hero.

I have pressed your executive shirt,
And the crease in your trousers,
This modern age armour.
Tomorrow it's on with Life's tournament.
Come to bed love,
Together we'll pull up our drawbridge.

Popular - MIKA ft. Ariana Grande COVER

Sarah Medina performs "Popular" with Ben Skeggs-Thirkettle 

St Valentine's Day Masquerade

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St Valentine's Day Masquerade

 



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It is Chicago, it is 1923, and it is the time of prohibition.

Danny 'Diamond' Ditali, the infamous rum runner and gang boss has a problem. Last night he ordered 8 hits by eight members of his gang.

But now he hears that one of his victims is now in the hands of the FEDs, and squealing like a pig. Yet all his gang reported success, so how can this be?

Who lied to him? Who is still alive?

A murder mystery with a difference, Who Didn't Do It?

 

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Don't know who wrote this poem but it is so sad.....

 Just a Staffy Cross

 

 

Staffordshire Bull Terrier
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:StaffBT.jpg

 

 

Today is just another day – to me they’re all the same
...
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.

The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.

Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?

Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.

And then begins the process, of money-making deals

A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?

If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours

But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough

But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.

If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise

You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.

I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see

You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime

The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.

So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?

Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”

The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.

Me, I was put into a car and driven far away

The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.

It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you

You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.

Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.

Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim

The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up

If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup

As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh

I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.

No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad

No more growling belly from the meals I never had

No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry

No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry

No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’

No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air

Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see

Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be

My last day of living was the best I ever had

Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad

I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried

I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..

died.