Would you do all you could to prevent any serious damage being caused?

Or would you sit back and wait for the worst to happen?

The chances are you would do the former – but would it be worth it?

Not if the experience of a man whose story was featured in the national press is anything to go by.

When a gang of youths started pelting his house with stones, he chased them away brandishing a piece of wood. But that was just the start of his troubles.

For the man found himself being arrested for threatening behaviour – while the yobs who caused the trouble escaped scot free.

All this on the same day the Lord Chief Justice once again called for burglars not to be jailed, but to be given soft community punishments – the type which are all too often not rigorously enforced.

Whatever happened to the famous boast of ex-Prime Minister Tony Blair 11 years ago – the one in which he portrayed New Labour as being "tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime?" Mr Pendle thinks we should be told.

MR Pendle is indebted to one of his readers for this classic piece of political correctness gone mad.

Bosses at St Mary's Airport on the Isles of Scilly have apparently advertised a vacancy for an air traffic controller – in Braille!

In defence of their advert, they said they were only adhering to equal opportunity guidelines in offering the application forms to the visually challenged – in spite of the fact 20/20 vision was a job requirement for the new post.

Who dreams up these guidelines?

And isn't it about time somebody, somewhere stood up to the PC brigade and challenged them on why things have to be stretched to the limit, even when there is more chance of a snowball surviving in Hell than there is of a blind man becoming an air traffic controller?


THE new Premier League football season is still eight days away, but Mr Pendle has already had more than his fill about what managers, players, club chairmen and the rest are going to do over the next nine months.

One thing is for certain, though: there will be the same cheating by overpaid pampered prima donnas who writhe in mock agony after minimal contact has been made with them by an opponent, the same dissent shown by players to referees who refuse to be conned by their actions and the same blinkered comments by managers who only see offences committed by opponents but never by their own team.

Is it any wonder why Mr Pendle's interest in the game wanes year on year, and his love of rugby league increases pro rata?