There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza ... It's the catch-22, the circularity, that makes that age-old folk song strike a chord. To fix the bucket Henry needs straw, to cut the straw he needs an axe, to sharpen the axe he needs a stone, to wet the stone he needs water, and to fetch the water he needs a bucket. Round where I live there's a hole in the road which has much the same convoluted logic. In fact, Thames Water has dug three holes - and in doing so has blockaded Westbourne Grove, one of London's many minor arteries. The company intends to keep it closed until late summer.