WALKING into town I thought how quaintly ironic it was that Andover’s worst eyesore, health and safety hazard and site of criminal damage is to be found right outside the Magistrate’s Court.

Now, not only do you have to hold your breath as you pass through the stench cloud, courtesy of the army of ‘faggies’ who seem to be permanently positioned outside, there is also the need to negotiate the mosaic of pot-holes where the loonies who are allowed to live among us have considered it worthwhile to rip up the paving bricks and lob them onto the frozen duck pond along with the litter bins and quantities of rubbish.

The crime-clerks, do-gooders and other remote types who do business in this establishment may well not notice such matters, but there are two things we can be sure of – the perpetrators of these criminal activities will not be brought to atone for their crimes, and the well-bludgeoned taxpayer will pick up the tag for the clean-up.

Incidentally, while in this geographic area, isn’t it time that that the all-year-round flashing Christmas decoration in the bus station was taken down – I believe it has displayed a few of the bus departures on the odd occasion, but it is a sad failure of whatever it was supposed to do.

Mike Wildish, Watson Acre, Andover.