The Judge RANTS!
Drip, Drip, Drip...
Can you spell "colonial exploitation"?
(Why the hell not? I mean, I've just written it down for you!)
And the Brumm-ayes and their ilk get the stuff for next-to-fuck-all as well.
(Back in the drought of '76, people in Gwent were put on water rationing - standpipes and all - whilst the English midlands weren't. A graffito appeared on the cistern of a public bog in Pontypridd: "Flush vigorously! Birmingham needs your water!")
I wonder which of our valleys and villages they'll have their eyes on next...