More inneffectual than a perfume shop built from actual turds. Not the old, dry, been baking in the sun turds either. Fresh turds.
There must be a thousand different documents the average person has to go through, each with authority, each constructed by anal civil servants who are more concerned about avoiding accountibility than of actually being any use, and all just to install a cat flap.
Well that's a slight exaggeration but jeez, only slight. You have national frameworks, regional frameworks, local frameworks, community statements (slightly more flexible than frameworks), policy planning statements (slightly more large scale), policy planning guidance (slightly more weighty than statements) and all this for each bloody department: transport, environment, planning, the list goes on.
And now the EU wants to join in! The supranational government establishment, in charge (so they like to think) of the second most affluent and culturally diverse continent in the world. Yes them, the ones who introduced legislation regarding the PRECISE angle the curves in our bananas should be.
Why did I think that planning was the right career for me? I'm quite normal some of the time. I don't wander around with my head up my bum, and I wouldn't even if I were that bendy. Why did I do it?