Update on Friday’s blog about this mysterious missing public consultation into this unusual sale of protected public park land at Greenbank, engineered for Merchant Venturer George Ferguson’s personal benefit by council planning boss David Bishop.
Now new Lib Dem transport chief, Jon Rogers, announces on Twitter that “I have asked for copy and for it to be published. Not yet had satisfactory answer.”
Er, hello? What’s going on here? Surely if one of our democratically elected representatives asks a public servant for something they just do it? Isn’t that their job?
The only satisfactory answer from “Dodgy” David Bishop should be, “Yes, I’ll get that consultation for you right away Jon and then I’m off to post it on the web.”
This whole episode becomes more and more bizarre. First the head of planning makes a private arrangement over the telephone to sell a piece of protected public park land to a developer, conveniently forgetting to take any notes or minutes for the public record. Six months later he pays out £12k of public money to initiate a public consultation into the sale of this land he’s already agreed to sell. Then he refuses to show anybody the results of the consultation while the planning application on the land – which he’s legally responsible for – goes through.
The stench arising from this affair and especially from “Dodgy” Dave gets stronger by the day. When are our politicians going to get the strength to act and do something about this?
Meanwhile, Bristol City Council’s officer love-in with George Ferguson continues unabated.
For it now seems that as far as the council’s concerned if you’re a wealthy public schoolboy and a member of the Merchant Venturers then that makes you an expert in just about anything.
George’s latest council gig is as a keynote speaker at their South Bristol Digital Neighbourhoods Launch, where it seems George will star as some sort of self-styled expert on computer technology and the poor.
At first sight this seems a strange platform for a man who specialises in creating upmarket developments for the very wealthy to be promoting his repulsive ideas from.
So how long, then, before his skint architectural practice Acanthus Ferguson Mann is moving in on Knowle West and the red trousered hypocrite is expressing his oafish views about all the “pointless” open space up there?