Events at a local cricket club - Bolton Villas - over the last few months have shocked, confused and appalled many. The law has largely abstained from any useful function in the face of criminal damage, trespass and disgraceful abuse of decent people. This is a difficult tale to tell, especially as I spent most of my life at this beautiful old ground, fortunate to meet lifelong friends through the game of cricket - but it needs to be told for reasons more than simply cricket. In short, those afforded the privilege of playing at the ground in recent years failed to respect the standards and duty of care established over decades so far as running a cricket club entails. The ground and equipment had fallen into disarray; served notice to quit, the reaction was unbelievable. When the notice to quit expired, the main club gates were sawn off twice. The clubhouse and outbuildings were broken into whilst the police arrived only to turn around and vanish, calling this a "civil matter". The Trustees of the ground were left with costly damaged property and an illegal occupation of the ground and buildings. Bizarrely, although not allowed to stage official league games, the ground was then pimped out for unauthorised and uninsured games. The main culprit is still involved in local league cricket - so much for the Spirit of Cricket - how can this be? Threats were made against several elderly residents, including regular taunts of racism - anyone opposing these people was automatically deemed racist, which defied credibility. A threat was made to burn a family home down; pet dogs were threatened with poisoning; and several of us received unwanted visits on our doorsteps. The race card was dispensed more often than police crime reference numbers; decent people were labelled with no right of reply nor comeback. Locals are multi-cultural and have got along fine for decades; they should not have endured this thuggery unprotected. The police were woeful. Useless too were local councillors, thankfully all out of office now. The Trustees were served court papers challenging the eviction. This, after investing countless hours trying to help their accusers. Judgement was made in favour of the Trustees after two hearings at Bradford Combined Court in early June. Out of all this has come some good in that neighbours have been galvanised into forming a residents' association. One sunny Tuesday evening in June, people gathered with tools and passion to start the process of restoring the ground to what it was. There is a hope that cricket will return in future years, but there is much to do to get the playing area up to standard again. It will need countless hours of hard work and a genuine, long-term commitment to cricket, something lost on the previous occupants. Maybe one day the old boys who populated the unique Critics' Corner, with their secret tipples, unsurpassed knowledge of the game and coaching "tips" to home and away players alike, will watch again on high. The destruction of the plaque honouring their memory was disgusting. Finally, herein lies a lesson for all volunteer-based sports clubs who may sit on valuable assets. Get your governance in order now. For donations, please send marked BVCC: The Trumpit Ltd: Barclays Bank SC: 20-76-92 Ac Number: 73302865

EULOGY FOR KEVIN JOHN WOOD (1949-2025) Kevin Edgar Wood was born on 12th February 1949 in Stafford to parents who had met during (or shortly after) the Second World War: his mother, Susan, was from near Magherafelt in what is now Northern Ireland and had been a munitions worker in Staffordshire during the war; his father Edgar had served in the Navy and came from Bradford – and it was back to Bradford that the family moved when Kevin was around 1 year old. After a few temporary addresses they settled at Fallowfield Gardens on the new estate at Bierley in a house which was big and modern by the standards of the day. Kevin’s early interest in history became evident when he buried a ‘time capsule’ box in the garden for the interest of future generations – as far as we know it’s still there, although the house itself is no longer standing! At his christening Kevin was given the additional name of Patrick and on his confirmation he chose the name John. As he never liked the name Edgar (neither, incidentally, did his father) he was generally known, officially, as Kevin John Wood, the first of several different names that he would adopt throughout his life… Unfortunately Kevin’s parents split up when he was around 8 years of age; by this time a sister, Angela, and brother Gary had been born – sadly Gary died a few years ago in Bath where he had lived for many years. Kevin passed his 11 plus and went from St Columba’s primary school on Tong Street to St Bede’s Grammar School on the other side of Bradford, catching the 80 bus to and from school every day. He very much enjoyed his time at St Bede’s where he flourished academically – and he had some good stories about the legendary headmaster Morgan V. Sweeney – but as the eldest of three siblings growing up in a single-parent household in the 1950s he felt the need to start earning a wage to support his mother and accordingly left school at 16 after obtaining CSE French and ‘O’ Levels in English, Maths, History and Art. Kevin was always keen on recalling the different jobs that he had done during those early working years – including a van driver and a crumpet packer at Newbould’s bakery in Laisterdyke. When Kevin had been growing up in Bierley, and latterly in Holme Wood, he had served as an altar boy at St Columba’s church [see photograph on the back of today’s service sheet] and he’d also been in the parish choir, where he sometimes sang solos of Ave Maria from behind a pillar in the church, being very shy as a boy. In his teenage years Kevin ran a disco for young people at the church hall under the stage name of “The Cardinal” alongside his friend Ray Tate, who was known as “The Emperor” – Kevin’s first experience as a DJ. After leaving school Kevin became very interested in the possibility of a call to the priesthood. He visited the Carmelite order, based at Aylesford in Kent, to explore this potential vocation. Ultimately life was to take him on a different course, but he always retained a very strong faith – and an interest in the Carmelite order in particular. In Kevin’s early career he worked as an accountant, attaining additional qualifications in accounting, law, economics and business studies. He worked for John Priestman, Southern & Redfern, and Allied Industrial Services, all based in Bradford. In 1969 he married his first wife and they had a daughter. As he approached his 30th birthday, in the late 1970s, Kevin began to moonlight – accountant by day, DJ on hospital radio by night. He soon realised what he really wanted to do and, on being told by a superior at work that he had to decide between the two, chose the life of a DJ and entertainer – which is how he is best remembered today. In 1978 he began working at BBC Radio Leeds as an assistant, soon graduating to be the presenter of a much-loved programme. He adopted Alvin Blossom as his stage name (and Kevin Kaye as his ‘official’ name), although to most friends from this period onwards he was known simply as ‘Bloss’. Kevin’s years at Radio Leeds were the happiest of his life and the time that he looked back on in retirement as his greatest achievement. The Alvin Blossom show was very popular, regularly attracting high figures of listeners or ‘viewers’ as he always called them (including from darkest Lancashire), and featured the Boy Blossom Club (a pun on the BBC) in which he would enroll viewers who had written in or contributed to the show in some way. By this time Kevin had moved to his beloved Thackley, having taken up residence at the first ‘Cheese Cottage’ on Park Road in 1974, and his radio show often put Thackley on the map – his segment “Tales of Thackley Folk” even earning a feature on the hallowed pages of the Radio Times one week! During his time at Radio Leeds Kevin also performed as a DJ in many pubs and clubs throughout Yorkshire, under the name of “Special K” in the early days. In the 1980s Kevin often appeared in public under the guise of Alvin Blossom, for example fronting the station’s gala in Roundhay Park, appearing with Harry Gration on Children in Need, and being invited to open a bistro in – of all places – Robin Hood’s Bay. In 1983 he moved from Park Road to 52 Windhill Old Road in Thackley, which he again christened “Cheese Cottage” and where he spent many happy years. In 1987 Kevin, and his then wife (known as Mildred to Radio Leeds listeners), took on the lease of the Shoulder of Mutton public house just up the road, which sadly closed some years ago. Kevin was in his element as landlord and resident entertainer and many will have happy memories of nights out at the Shoulder with its interesting characters such as Old Jack, Phil Frenzy, and Fozzie Foster. There were also some great parties including on Bonfire Night (for which Kevin invested his own money in an outside decking area), children’s and pensioners’ parties at Christmas, and even an ‘Allo ‘Allo party one New Year’s eve! During this period, Kevin’s Radio Leeds programme moved from daily to early afternoon on Saturday. He was thus able to combine the two jobs that he loved most. Unfortunately it was not to last. In 1992 Bass brewery decided that the Shoulder was doing so well that they wanted to take it back under direct control and offered Kevin the position of an employed manager, which he refused. Not long afterwards Radio Leeds decided to reorganise its programming and he was offered a different, less popular, slot – again he refused. It was a great shame that both these roles, into which he had thrown all his considerable energy, were not better recognised by the powers that be. While at the Shoulder of Mutton, Kevin had started to produce a regular pub newsletter, known as the Thackley Trumpit – initially a single side of typed news which appeared weekly. In fact the prototype of the Trumpit had first appeared in the Radio Leeds magazine in the early 1980s with a photograph of him and Gill in a motorbike and sidecar gracing the cover. Publication initially ceased when he left the Shoulder but in 2000, as many of you know, the Thackley Trumpit was reborn and continues to this day. The iconic motorbike and sidecar picture appears again on this month’s cover and, at the editor’s request, a copy of this month’s Trumpit accompanies Kevin on his final journey. The next phase of Kevin’s life saw him expand into the world of television as a presenter on the cable network for the annual Bradford Festival Television – where the Alvin Blossom show continued in a different form – and also as an actor on numerous productions from 1996 onwards including the film ‘Among Giants’ with Pete Postlethwaite. He also ventured into the world of screen writing and there are several scripts based on life in Thackley just waiting for the right TV producer to discover them! Kevin continued appearing as an entertainer locally and many will fondly remember his quizzes, particularly at the White Bear and (until it closed) the Shoulder, as well as the infamous Play your Cards Right! He also served for some time as steward at Thackley AFC on Ainsbury Avenue. In 2005 he married again and continued to live at Cheese Cottage with two successive border collies called Charlie … and Chaplin the cat! Kevin retired in 2012 and moved away from Thackley. He had long harboured an ambition to acquire a motor home and do some travelling – he was able to get down to see his brother Gary in Bath and spend some time there. In his last few years Kevin lived at the Tarn House Holiday Park near Skipton where he enjoyed watching and feeding the wildlife … after the death of his dog Petra, which he had inherited from his good friend Brian Foster! Throughout his retirement Kevin was a generous supporter of many charities, including CAFOD, the St Barnabas Society for convert clergy (for whom he undertook appeals for several years), the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, and – in particular – the St Vincent de Paul Society. The SVP, as it’s generally known, had supported Kevin’s mum in the difficult times when she found herself alone with three children to bring up in the 1950s. Kevin never forgot this generosity and was glad to support the SVP in his later life not just financially but in practical terms, for example by cooking Christmas dinner for (fellow) pensioners at St Peter’s Church in Laisterdyke. There is a plate available at the back of church as you leave should you wish to make a donation to the SVP in Kevin’s memory. So whether you knew him as the Cardinal, Special K, Kevin Kaye, Alvin Blossom, Bloss, or simply as Kevin, we’d be delighted if you could join us at the Thackley Football Club on Ainsbury Avenue from around 2pm today where food will be provided. There will be a private family burial for Kevin at Bowling Cemetery immediately after this Mass, following which the family will return to the football club around 3pm. May he rest in peace. 

Recently I was challenged that I might be overly critical of Bradford Council, in particular, its leadership. Criticism is welcome and few of us have anywhere near all the answers in a complex world. That said, I am a born and bred Bradfordian into his seventh decade. Nothing would give me more pleasure to live in a city on the front foot, envied by others; nothing hurts more than our seemingly unstoppable decline over the last few decades. Not all the fault lies with the council leader, Cllr Hinchcliffe, and yet when a football team is in freefall, they don’t usually sack the tea lady. In business life, the buck stops somewhere and is not a game of pass the parcel. Hinchcliffe’s single biggest problem is that she attaches no personal responsibility to Bradford’s problems despite being the leader of the council since 2016. Ever since she came to power she has bleated about the effects of austerity, introduced by George Osborne in 2010, six years before she became leader, surely enough time to form some kind of strategy. However, it is always somebody else's fault suggesting that she is bereft of any ideas of her own. True, councils have been squeezed by central government and many will argue with good reason when you see how they splurge our money; governments do this well too! However, few are anywhere near such a perilous position as Bradford and yet “it wasn’t me!” is the constant wail from the great leader. Well, somebody presided over the collapse of children's services costing tens of millions; somebody went almost three times over budget on Bradford Live; somebody insisted on a pent-up demand for Grade A office space leaving us with a half-empty glass block; somebody went running to the Tory government she so despised for a £220m bailout only to complain recently that it attracted interest; and somebody still cannot give an opening date (or a final cost) for another expensive folly, Darley Street Market. There are many more examples of dreadful decision making, the consequences of which will be felt for years. And, you cannot seek to blame all and sundry when you have overseen the wiping out of some £270m of reserves in little over three years. This year Bradford is UK City of Culture (CoC), an award many locals find ridiculous. It looks like a life raft for the woeful leader, the council itself lumping in £10m of cash they don't have and the city centre getting tarted up whilst the outlying areas continue to see zip. Pinning her down is not easy - witness her ducking and diving on opening night of the CoC year. When she does consent to give her valuable time to the media her appearances are of car crash material. Recently she would only grant the local paper a telephone interview, a sure sign her ego is now running the show. Ambassadorial she is not. So here we are now with her last desperate throw of the dice, a 15% increase in council tax which will only plug some of the gap. Double it and she would blow it. Typically, she attempted to hoodwink us claiming it would only be an extra £8-9 a month; which was true only of the lowest band. In the middle ground the rise is circa £30 a month - see below. Now consider her timing with no local elections this year - a simple coincidence? That she survived a vote of no confidence at the start of the year demonstrated the abject lack of any quality or ambition waiting in the wings. One look at her so-called Executive and you suspect the local comprehensive would have a deeper talent pool. Nationally, apathy and mistrust towards politics has never been higher; on a local level most would rather chew their toenails than read about local politics. However, this is going to cost generations of hard-working people for many years to come and all to preserve the career ambitions of a single hopeless local councillor. There are no miracle cures for Bradford but one thing is certain. If Cllr Hinchcliffe cannot be persuaded to quietly step aside, things are only going to get a lot worse.

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A Tribute To The Late Jeff Potter

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Our Mission is to increase access to opportunity and to the arts for working-class communities…creating original professional verbatim theatre pieces that explore working-class narratives. www.Bloominbuds.co.uk Chewing the fat with fellow old-Hansonian Mick in his Idle Greetings shop, I chanced upon a promotional leaflet on the counter entitled Idle Is Bloomin’. Deposited a few days earlier, two of the “engagement events” it was advertising had already passed; the next was imminent. You might think that this was along the lines of many villages to enhance their visual appeal during the coming months with a bit of help from Mother Nature; my greenfingers were twitching. Sadly not; the body chosen to deliver this “project” is a theatre company focusing on a term that resonates from the seventies – working-class communities. I felt for my cloth cap. This is from their website: Bloomin Buds is an organisation that encapsulates what it means to be working class while not letting negative stereotypes define you, which is an inspiring ethos. What? If this was to promote the village, I was happy to see if The Trumpit could help so emailed them asking a few simple questions. I also copied in the local hierarchy, the three wise councillors. But first, more waffle: ….we have been commissioned as part of the Spring Back campaign to create some artwork in and around Idle Village…to celebrate what a great place Idle village is…attract more people to come and spend time in the local businesses. We want these designs to be informed by the residents of Idle. I duly replied asking how local people could get involved, reminding our chosen artists that Idle is a conservation area and not one seeking a makeover reflecting a downmarket Bronx? Parts of it may look like Blackpool beach, others are superb. There was an obvious problem; the money had to be spent by the end of March; only now were they “consulting”, a term favoured in local government meaning “ we have not got a clue .” The project is funded by the government £56m Welcome Back Fund; Bradford received £477k announced last August, the same amount it received in August 2020 as part of the £50m Reopening High Streets Safely Fund. The aims of the fund are to boost the look and feel of high streets by investing in street planting, parks, green spaces, and seating areas…to hold events that will boost footfall…supporting local businesses. Install and refresh signage and communications on how people can stay safe. Improve green spaces on high streets and town centres by planting flowers or removing graffiti. The next event was at the Idle Beerhouse, buzzing with locals, albeit not there for the event. I was the only member of the public there – what a saddo! Had I known there would be a lavish publicly funded supper of Boris’s favourite party food, I would not have eaten first and invited the lads too. As people queued in the rain in Bradford centre for food, platefuls would be going in the bin untouched. Square that one? I was seeking simple enough answers to the following: – Who determined the need for this project given the wide remit available? – What was the budget? (An equal share per ward of £477k would be approx. £16k) – What was the selection process re the chosen providers? Nobody could answer, including long-served Cllr Sunderland nor the Labour candidate for the forthcoming local elections. The councillor had sent me her own shopping list which would, at first sight, require most of Bradford’s allocation. The money had to be spent quickly but nothing had been agreed; the main idea - ironically - centred on plastering the village in graffiti. So how could they have conducted a competitive tender as they claimed?  With all due respect to the young kids from Bloomin Buds, what do they know about economic regeneration? Woefully out of their depth, I felt sorry for them but at least they got a free feed. Of the events preceding this, one was at a Wellbeing Cafe, the other at the Idle Bakery. Whoever heard of a hungry artist? The real blame lies with the Council; money that was granted last August is now being chucked around like confetti with a process clouded in secrecy with even elected councillors clueless. How many business people have been consulted? It is not an enormous sum I accept; however, managed well, it could have made a real difference to the village. The problem is those in control simply do not have the skill set. Frittered away in this manner will have no lasting value unless David Hockney turns up with a brush. And what of the near million pounds granted to Bradford since August 2020? It is an opportunity wasted.

“Let’s go to the panto!” I suggested to my Mum several months ago, knowing how she had loved the twenty-five years she had worked between the Bradford Alhambra Theatre and St George’s Hall. “I’ve seen all the best shows!” she would say, more like one of Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s inner circle than the lady with the flash lamp, melting ice creams and directions to the loo. These two iconic buildings are testaments to a different age. They are also separated by another, the beautiful old Town Hall, currently – some may say – of far less relevance. Throw in the old Odeon, to be reborn next Autumn, and you might wonder what is not to like about Bradford city centre. She readily agreed to the trip, which was a good job as she was paying via the gift vouchers she’d amassed like a secret hedge fund over several Christmas Days. The lovely lady in the Box Office remembered her well; we were assured a warm welcome. I suggested it would be my first visit but my Mum was insistent we had been before. “You were bored and sulking because you wanted to be out on the bloody cricket field!” As it was the depths of winter then most likely I had missed a muddy game of footie, rugby or golf. Dear old Brownie, the groundsman, would have turned up the following day shaking his head. Contending with the early stages of dementia – or a bit of forgetfulness depending on your take on these matters – she may need to be reminded what day it is. But she can instantly recall the inner workings of the Alhambra to the minutest detail. For the big day she also had a brand new skirt. On a recent trip, when she stood up to get ready, her skirt simply fell to the floor like a stage curtain collapsing. Typically she just stood there perplexed before telling me to “bugger off downstairs and get me a pin!” The Big Day The big day arrived and, although a touch chilly – “it’s winter you dope…did I really drop you on your head as a baby?” – she was ready to go. We were “nicely perched” as she described, sat in the stalls as the lovely old place started to fill up. If Boris and his cronies could party, Bradford, so in need of cheer, was not going to be denied. Mercifully, the doors closed and it was on with the show as one more inane announcement by two local DJs would have done for me; when did silence go out of fashion? The show was quite brilliant and much more than a one-man crusade, albeit Billy Pearce has made this his home for about as long as my Mum. The humour was raw, old-fashioned and uniquely British; all wokes please leave by the exit. The supporting cast from the spectacular dancing troupe to the small band of characters were also clearly up for it. Kids and adults alike lapped it up. Come the interval, the old warrior was quick to note the “slow” arrival of the ice cream. “They should be in position before the curtain comes down!” she muttered, although nobody went without before Billy & Co returned. Encore! The plot may be thin but who gives a stuff as some of the exchanges are comedy genius. There are plenty of well-understood and well-received barbed references to the beleaguered Boris too. When the final curtain came there was genuine emotion from the cast and huge appreciation in return from the packed seats. This was what these guys live to do, be it the West End or simply the Bradford panto. Needless to say they got a well-deserved ovation. I had one more surprise. Having walked little further than the driveway back home in the last year, she was insistent that I would not bring the car back to the rear doors, despite having parked some way around the corner. “I’m bloody walking it!” she said and wobbled her first steps unconvincingly. But she made it – somehow – with the same inimitable determination shared by many of her generation. She grew up not far from the car park. I wondered if I let go, if some distant memory would kick in and she would be wandering the grounds of the University looking for the old back-to-backs. There might not be much room left in the memory banks for such a wonderful day but I know she had had a cracker – and would she sleep! Happy Christmas to you all. 

There is a group of local people working all hours to try to stop yet more destruction of our dwindling open, green spaces. In my small way I have tried to highlight issues from the raft of legal documents attached to the formal planning application; it is like swimming through treacle. Many are lengthy, highly technical but all - strangely - are wholly supportive of this application. Now...why would that be? I have used Facebook as the mass medium but have been asked by people who avoid Facebook to summarise my posts and add in anything else. Now, before I lose you, it is easy to object to this vandalism and will take you less than it will to brew a cuppa. SOME COMMENTS ARE ADDED IN CAPITALS. Simply click on this link - https://planning.bradford.gov.uk/online-applications/applicationDetails.do?activeTab=makeComment&keyVal=QX9RE9DHIX200 It is that easy but time is short because the application was lodged - without public notices nor with our local councillors being aware - on 10/9. We understand that objections must be lodged by 8/10 but we have almost 300 to date. The petition organised before the application hit over 600 signatures - help us please. A SUMMARY OF FACEBOOK POSTS ON THE TRUMPIT FACEBOOK PAGE 2/9 News of the inevitable with a proposed planning application for 45 new homes on Idle Moor. What I find strangest of all, is the request for feedback from the builder's (Gleesons) consultants, a Leeds based firm called Peacock & Smith. It's like doing their homework for them. As they say on their website "As part of the planning process, our clients often seek the opinions of key local stakeholders and residents before submitting their planning applications." TROUBLE WAS THEIR OWN DOCUMENT SHOWING WHERE THESE LEAFLETS LANDED EXCLUDES MANY LOCAL STREETS - HOW BIZARRE? The website does not contain the proposals at this stage. Consider this from the consultant’s leaflet sent to residents. “Public open space will be provided on site.” It sounds like a prisoner of war camp and seems to override the fact that 1.6ha of existing open space will be lost. Remember a year or so ago how we valued open spaces? 10/9 One week on and only 80 odd signatures so far. It may be that people don't care about losing another green space but consider: - the council plan to 2038 has enough provision already for housing in BD10 without this - there are almost 8,000 empty homes in Bradford, which is roughly a quarter of the total target to 2038 - the total new builds are more than one for every increase in the projected population 28/9 COMMUNITY CONSULTATION Part of the process is for a bunch of consultants, working for the developers, to produce a report. They are always, would you believe it, supportive. Amongst the guff written is this: 4.2. There were 55 emailed responses and 3 phone calls...a modest response rate of just over 5%. They claim 987 leaflets were posted but their own map shows that many local streets were excluded. This is Banana Republic stuff. Remember over 600 of us signed the petition so please take two minutes. Do not let them roll us over with a pack of lies. 29/9 Idle Moor - Transport Assessment This is another report, paid for by the developers, written in fantasy land. It is a 61-page beast but basically says that there will be no traffic issues from another 45 homes perched high up on the moor. To satisfy Government guidelines it is intimated that people are more likely to walk, cycle or use the bus - honestly, it really does. Idle is only a ten-minute walk to the doctors and dentists you probably won't be able to get in. "Cycling...would represent an attractive travel option." You could not make this up...except they have...for the usual fee. And it is only 40 minutes WALK to the train station. Finally, they attempt to justify navigating Kenstone by claiming that only 25 two-way trips and 24 at night would take place at peak time. 30/9 Today's extracts are from the developer's submission - Gleeson Regeneration - how can you term destroying open green space regeneration? They cite "health and well-being benefits" which are largely extra council tax and a one-off new homes bung to the council. They pitch themselves as a low-cost, affordable developer but 55% of the development (above the council's own recommended target of 45%) are 3 or 4 bed detached; the market will set the price in time. They claim to engage with local schools but the council's own document confirms local primaries are full. Remember the last development generated a paltry £300k for education; can you tell me where the new classrooms are? The biggest growth in Bradford's residents will be in older people in the next 20 years; this ignores them. STILL AWAKE? As many who know me will testify, because I have nothing better to do, I researched several Council documents to support articles in The Trumpit. Here are some key points so far as the plan for Bradford's housing needs to 2028. Strategic Housing Market Assessment 2019 (SHMA) To view click here - https://www.bradford.gov.uk/Documents/planningStrategy/Core%20Strategy%20Partial%20Review/Preferred%20Options%20Report/evidence//Bradford%20Strategic%20Housing%20Market%20Assessment%20(SHMA)%202019.pdf Some key points: P12-The City of Bradford Metropolitan District Council (CBMDC) Strategic Housing Market Assessment (SHMA) 2019 provides the latest available evidence to help to shape the future planning and housing policies of the area. P13-This 2019 study assumes a total of 217,930 dwellings3 . There are an estimated 9,6234 properties (4.4%) which are not occupied, the majority of which are vacant. The latest 2017 Valuation Office Agency data reports that: • 18.9% are 1- or 2-bedroom houses, 43.7% are 3-bedroom houses, 14.1% are 4 or more bedroom houses; • 8.3% are 1-bedroom flats, 7.4% are 2 or more-bedroom flats; • 5.0% are 1- or 2-bedroom bungalows and 2.6% are 3 or more-bedroom bungalows. Stock condition is a particular issue for the district and associated with terraced houses and older properties. Bradford District is home to around 10% of the Yorkshire and the Humber’s population and in 2018 the population was estimated to be 537,1736 . According to the 2016-based population projections, the population of Bradford District is projected to increase by 2.4% over the period 2019-2037 to around 549,540 in 2037. There will be a marked increase in the number and proportion of older residents. The population aged 65+ years is expected to increase by 39.5% from 80,960 in 2019 to 112,950 in 2038 . This compares with an increase of 35.1% across Yorkshire and the Humber and 40.1% across England over the period 2019-2037. P14-This SHMA report considers future housing need based on the standard methodology outlined in February 2019 Planning Practice Guidance (PPG). Using 2014-based household projections and latest (2018) affordability indicators, the minimum local housing need figure for Bradford District is 1,703 dwellings each year. Detailed analysis concludes that the following sizes of dwelling are needed: 25.1% one bedroom, 30.6% two bedroom, 28.3% three bedroom and 16% four or more bedroom. A tenure split of 65% rented and 35% intermediate tenure is also recommended. P15-Over the period 2019 to 2037, the number of older person households is going to increase by around 32,000 and there will be a 39.5% increase in older people living in the district. Given the ageing population in the district and the identified levels of disability amongst the population, it is recommended that a policy to provide new homes built to accessibility standards is included in the Local Plan. P42- Dwelling completions 2003/04 to 2017/18-tabular This is worth a look because it demonstrates how far behind target the Council have been historically. On the flip-side it means that they are desperate for developers to commit. And they then hold all the cards. P70-The 2019 National Planning Policy Framework (NPPF) (Paragraph 60) states ‘to determine the minimum number of homes needed, strategic policies should be informed by a local housing need assessment, conducted using the standard method in national planning guidance’. P71-For Bradford District, over the period 2019-2029, the total number of households under the 2014-based household projections is set to increase from 210,547 to 226,381, a total change of 15,834 households or 1,583 each year (Table 5.1). P73-Based on the MHCLG standard methodology and 2018 affordability ratios, the minimum local housing need for Bradford District is 1,703 dwellings each year. P76-Edge Analytics comment that ‘in the face of a net outflow of domestic migrants, net international migration has maintained Bradford’s relatively youthful population age profile. However, an estimated fall in long-term international migration, coupled with the continuation of the domestic migration outflow, could have an important impact on labour force groups. Bradford needs to retain its working age population to support economic growth.’ i.e. population is forecast to fall That's all for now as it is more than enough. Please help by spreading the message that local people have had enough of spin and fabrications designed only to enrich a few. Make your voice heard. Thank you.