End Of The Line?
Hardly a surprise that Greenwich Council, after a long meeting last night, approved the Equestrian Events in Greenwich Park. I’d had a particularly trying day and didn’t make it, so was grateful for 853 Blog’s Twitter-minutes of the evening. I sat by the computer hanging on his every tweet, so thanks, Darryl.
Of course, as he rightly points out, it all begins to look like a bit of a done-deal if you look at the council ‘news’paper Greenwich Time, being distributed hours before the meeting (which means it must have been written and printed before that) showing a jolly Olympics map of the area. What a ghastly waste of trees that thing is…
It’s hardly a secret I’m no fan of the Equestrian Events being at Greenwich Park, and although I wasn’t a member of NOGOE – for me they went a bit too far – I’m disappointed by the decision. I’d have expected our councillors – so memorably brave when facing the Market proposals – to have had a bit more guts. To have forced a few more concrete, written and signed compromises out of LOCOG rather than words.
So, what now? I suppose all we can do is make a nuisance of ourselves, and force LOCOG to do the right thing by the park. Watch them like a hawk to make sure they’re not destroying wildlife, rights of way, archaeology, infrastructure and historic stuff, make a fuss about congestion, VIP lanes and inappropriate use of Blackheath, and then…
The Olympics will bring some good stuff to the area. Maybe even a job or two, though I’m not counting on that one lasting beyond a few weeks. There’s no point in shouting ourselves to an apoplexy over something that ultimately we no longer (if we ever did) have any say. LOCOG won’t care. They’ve got their way, though of course the dice were always loaded in their favour. They don’t need us, but we now need them – to treat Greenwich with respect. I truly believe they won’t do that without being forced, but the time for anger has passed. Now, subtlety is required. I guess we just have to swallow our pride and make concessions to get concessions.
A depressing day.