Cost cutting, where to start.

Blackpool is cutting jobs and service with no intelligent dialogue on what needs to be cut and what is waste.
In the summer we had ridiculous council employees telling the very service on which the town thrives that the chairs on the pavements were the wrong material or the tables were the wrong colour. There's one lot of Jobsworths that can go, along with the departments and whoever was stupid enough to think of them in the first place. There is a legal system in place. If someone is injured by a faulty seat there is the recourse through the courts, and, irrespective of lore and rumour, moderate settlements can go through the small claims procedures speedily and to the satisfaction of most claimants.
Simple problems need simple remedies. I often hear that the streets in Germany are far cleaner than here. Yes they are, but it not something difficult to emulate. Adopt the German rules that the householder is responsible - and here I include businesses - for the property outside their place of residence or business then you would get irate locals telling the litter louts to pick their own rubbish up. And no excuses for having a disabled neighbour, or an infirm pensioner living in your community. It becomes the responsibility of the community as a whole and means you have to make sure that your neighbour in capable of doing their civic duty. The knock on the door from the council official is very succinct. "Why is that rubbish on your street?" No excuse that it is Old Mrs Mueller's turn. If the knock became a regular event then suddenly you become the unwanted neighbour and the council has a duty of care for which you do not contribute and so can be removed.
What a simple method of eliminating two problem in one go?
There is one massive problem. Cowardice in office! There is a history of not being able of differentiating between the needy and the down right lazy. We have all seen seriously disabled persons struggling to cope with what others call menial tasks. What has gone missing is the neighbour who asks, "Do you want a hand?" I apologise to the millions of great neighbours who do all these things without asking or telling; but they are outshadowed by the filth mongers, the fly tippers, the KFC wrapper throwers.
Where the officials cover themselves with ignominy is they do not protect the vulnerable from threats or intimidation. I was raised in a generation where you had to respect the little old lady who buffed her doorstep every Saturday afternoon, who scrubbed the pavement outside her terraced house and picked up all the dross in the gutter. There was always a kid who would carry the heavy shovel round the back and dump the mess in the bin. I honestly believe we have millions of kids like that around now. What we don't have is Civic Leadership.
Having watched Mrs Fowler walk away from a group of nine year-old’s climbing all over the loo in Highfield Park and her doing nothing. I rest my case.