Friday 20 September 2013

Pier pressure

There is very little that’s attractive about Brighton seafront. Other seafronts have more appeal. There. I’ve said it.



I had breakfast in one of the restaurants in Kings Road on Sunday morning. Apart from the fumes from the adjacent car park, I was faced with a grey concrete view (not the one above) and scaffolding on the prom, so I had to squint around it all to see the colourful sail boats just beyond.

It was a sunny morning, but the surrounding buildings were grey like the concrete and Regency Square appeared somewhat tatty. The one string of lights along the promenade said it all. No-one in authority seems to care what the prom looks like and hasn’t for years. At a lower level, there’s the Fishing Museum which is interesting, and some quirky shops and galleries along and under the arches. But overall, it seems a missed opportunity.

With the bright and vibrant history of Brighton, it deserves an attractive, colourful and welcoming seafront. So do tourists and residents alike. It should be more of a destination in its own right, with more interesting and quaint stalls, entertainment and shops, tourist information and so on. At least some beautiful weather-resistant and thug-resistant flowers, tubs and displays, which could withstand the late night antics of stag and hen party guests.

Of course, all this takes budget and resources which are in short supply, as we all know. Maybe the exorbitant cost of street parking on the seafront and in the city could go towards it. Or the same creativity and effort as has been expended on the restoration at The Level. Or perhaps it’s already in the pipeline and I’ve missed the notices. Or maybe I just turned around and didn’t see the flying pig.

I believe the city would benefit as a whole. Simply driving along the prom would be much more pleasurable, as would staying in the seafront hotels. Tourists might come even more if there were street performers, so retailers and hoteliers would be happy. Maybe more staff from nearby offices would visit during their lunch breaks if the weather was good, which would benefit their health and wellbeing if they got out in the ‘fresh’ air and had a meander along the prom.

And if by some remote chance anyone in power sees this and thinks there’s an ounce of merit in the content and does something about it, I promise I’ll sing “Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside” as I strut happily along the prom. 

Now there’s a challenge ...


First published in The Argus on 17 September 2013


Friday 6 September 2013

Never knowlingly under-managed

I read a piece in the media recently about companies like John Lewis, co-operatives which give their staff a stake in the company, keeping salaries realistic while still motivating hard work, good customer service and sales. Their profits are rising. Royal Mail staff will get free shares in an effort to gain their buy-in and engagement, as part of the organisation’s privatisation process.

When I go into John Lewis, I certainly get a feeling their staff are proactive in selling while caring about giving a first class service and offering top notch, quality products. Can the same be said for Royal Mail, albeit prior to the share pay-out?

Every year, the postage increase gets worse and worse, so much so that this year’s hike and associated parcel size fiasco can only be classed as someone’s idea of a joke ... on the British public. It begs the question: how can they beat that next year?!

Have we got a better mail delivery system as a result of increased postage? Do we get deliveries first thing in the morning like we used to? Do we get a second delivery mid-morning? Of course not. We’re lucky if we see mail by lunchtime, and in some cases by suppertime. The Edwardians probably had a better service than we do. Yes I know there was far less post but in bygone days, they could post something in the morning and it’d be with the recipient by the afternoon. New technology should mean things improve.


Being British, do we complain? Again no, for fear they’ll take umbrage, go out on strike, picket our picket fences and stop deliveries altogether.

At this point, I should say that in the main, postmen and women are absolutely delightful and at least I get my post mid-morning. It’s not their fault that Elf & Safety and the unions won’t let them carry anything heavier than a bunch of A4 envelopes or a lightweight parcel or two, and advise them to keep away from a ‘Beware of the Dog’ sign in case there really is a monster pooch ready to take a bite out of them – quite sensible, really, and it’s to protect them. When the postman can’t get something through my letterbox or I’m out, I have to drive miles to the nearest delivery office, and there’s no Elf & Safety concern over whether I put my back out to carry it.

And don’t get me started on their offer to deliver packages to neighbours. You can’t specify who, just anyone else in the road who’s in. The last time this happened, they left a parcel with someone I’d never met, in a property I didn’t know, about a quarter of a mile away.
Increased costs should mean increased service. Maybe the bosses at John Lewis should take a turn as operational leaders for Royal Mail. Now that would be first class!

(Originally published in The Argus on 27.9.13)