Ripping up the Road

Council workers amassing their numbers to a group well in the region of a half dozen. Early enough in the morning. Chewed out the bitumen and left in their, wake grooves. Rocks are flying up whenever the cars veer close enough to the kerbs to warrant a few metal spikes driven into the ground with banners. They started on half a T-section carving road a few metres away from the real bad areas of the street. Cracks there were like a house on white powder and the depressed get even more so. After standing around looking at each other for about two hours they headed on home at around noon.

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Saturday, 22 November 2003 - 10:15

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