RIGHT, I’ve held off writing this but the grumbling naysayers and Olymipic level whingers of this town leave me no choice but to rattle my keyboard to smithereens in exasperation.

Memorial Court, that’s what I’m talking about, that’s what everybody is talking about isn’t it?

Well my plea is that we stop talking about it and just get on with it.

The fact that a key stakeholder in the swimming pool, Northwich Swimming Club, was seemingly utterly ignored by the council in their dire excuse for a consultation and won’t have eight lanes in the pool, is now irrelevant.

That the new theatre is a good deal smaller than the mouldering Memorial Hall’s cavernous space is now a non argument.

The windows being clear, well that was soundly scotched in an article in last week’s Guardian, they’re not, they’re not, they’re NOT.

The colour is just the colour, it’s a colour, does it stop you feeling human, does it degrade your enjoyment of life to the point where every conversation you have where Memorial Court is mentioned leaves you in a breathless apoplexy of disbelief?

Get over it.

This is, whether you like the shade of aqua or not, a superb facility for our town, use it and learn to enjoy it, remember what was with whatever affection you choose but we will now have Memorial Court.

It will be splendid and I know I speak for the silent majority in saying I’m glad it’s nearly ready.

Frankly if all you’ve got to moan about is the colour then you would probably benefit from a good swim or a relaxing coffee in the cafe overlooking the river Dane or maybe even a soak in the Jacuzzi!

Beryl Jones Northwich