Radiation Wasteland

Apparently there's a bit of a row going on over the clean-up for the place where that former spy that was bumped off with the radioactive sushi - though why they didn't just give him a plate of Thames Estuary cockles I don't know - it would have been cheaper by far than transporting whatever it was from wherever it's alleged to have come from.
Anyway the council involved have decide to pay a large sum of money for an assessment to reassure the locals that they won't suddenly all develop leukaemia or acute radiation sickness, although I feel that there will be a certain amount of Windscale Syndrome and any illness will be blamed on radioactive materials even if it can be proved beyond any doubt that the actual cause of Aunt Ethel's sudden demise was a 476 Bus that she didn't see as she walked out from between two parked cars on her way home from collecting her pension, and this sum is probably going to be greater than either employing some radiation proof char ladies or entombing a large area of Haringey in concrete - which is my preferred option.