Postal Lockers on pavements etc i agree are very useful to many people but, i also agree with the authorities saying they have to be granted permission also.. I mean, before you know it there will be cars and vans etc parked on pavements illegally, can you imagine that? https://www.lancs.live/news/lancashire-news/parcel-hubs-serving-royal-mail-33028395.amp
Apply for retrospective planning consent which will should stall the removal process and bingo they will stay. They do after all serve a purpose.
Reading the statutory language quoted in the article, it appears that if the lockers were installed by a woman then it would be perfectly legal. The demand for the lockers to be removed is authorised by Section 149 of the Highways Act 1980 which states: "If any thing is so deposited on a highway as to constitute a nuisance, the highway authority for the highway may by notice require the person who deposited it there to remove it forthwith and if he fails to comply with the notice the authority may make a complaint to a magistrates' court for a removal and disposal order under this section."
She would be out of luck my friend, as the Interpretation Act 1978 s.6 provides as follows; In any Act, unless the contrary intention appears,— (a)words importing the masculine gender include the feminine; (b)words importing the feminine gender include the masculine; (c)words in the singular include the plural and words in the plural include the singular.
I enjoy there creation because as a nocturnal worker I can get stuff or collect important things. Without worrying some thieving runt will delve into my postal tub at the farm & help themselves too my shite.
Sorry to piss on your chips again, but that is also doomed to fail as The Man has ways and means of defeating such cunning plans. I know this because I once defended a woman charged with importation of a controlled substance, who, being spectacularly stupid, not only posted an ounce of weed back to herself from Amsterdam, but when it wasn’t delivered to her, she raised a complaint with the Royal Mail, who, it turned out, had detected the drugs and intercepted the package en route then handed it to the police, who in turn hadn’t been able to identify a suspect because the address had been misspelled. Happily for the Babylon, my client was not a criminal mastermind cast in the mould of Kaiser Sosay and thus she managed to turn this stone cold whodunnit into a cast iron conviction.
