The Fair is in town, and I'm not happy

The fair was in Didcot for most of last week. I was very annoyed for most of the week. A few generalised anoyances with the whole idea of the fair:

1. politics and the council;
   
2. the noise (times, etc.);
   
3. the location;
   
4. the mess made of the one open field on the estate;
   
5. the interruption of my dog walking;
   
6. the neighbourhood;
   
7. the people;
   
8. the congregation of people.

To expand on these:

Who allows these things to be set up on public ground? In which self-important councillor's manifesto did it say: "We will allow a load of travellers to set up a load of dodgy rides and churn up the only open piece of grass on the estate during the wet spring". I don't remember voting for it, asking for it, or wanting the load of noisy bast@rds to be round the corner from my house. Fine on some waste land miles away from housing, or in the shopping/clubbing areas of town. A fair. In the middle of a housing estate. How stupid is that.

I'm not happy. And the grass is in a state where they all got stuck pulling their enormous caravans with satellite receivers and plunder away from the mud bath that they created. I got the dog to cr@p on the caravan doorsteps - it made me feel better.

I made that last bit up - he couldn't squeeze one out.