Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 11:22 am Post subject: Who do they think they are?
Frinton seems to be streaking ahead of the field in its diligent attempt to become the country's most comical council.
Keep your loony left, labour inner city, comedy clubs. This is the real business.
First we had the idea of making the attendees stand as the arrival of the mayor and his deputy is announced and they graciously enter the chamber filling it with their sacred presence. This is as a mark of respect for the mayor. We all know how respected he is.
Last week it was announced that all meetings would be preceded by prayers. Of course. This is the eighteenth century after all.
Today's Gazette carries the story that some councillors were rreprimanded because they actually dared to speak as the Grand Poohbah and his deputy weres carried into the meeting. Where will such appalling behaviour end? Before we know it people will be looking directly at the Great One.
Then councillors without ties? Slip-on shoes? For shame. We must maintain our standards.
You couldn't make up silliness like this.
Do you remember when you were five years old and the teacher strode into the classroom and you had to stand up and recite a "Good Morning Miss whatever?" Then prayers? Then remain in silence until spoken to?
Well if you're a Frinton and Walton councillor it doesn't get any better than that when you get older.
HA..HA..HA...
"the Grand Poohbah"...................ha...ha...ha.....
I just cannot say anymore vicar........
only, just whats the nearest thing to his seat, and more important, where.....
I once read of a bloke named Mr Sole, his first name was richard,
of course he was a ..... R. sole,
unfortunate name that, hope he has no distant relations behind the gates.
This is the truth, about twenty years ago or was it thirty? I bought a, new to me, house and found out in due course that a near neighbour had a sports shop. His name was Richard Charles Gay and he had named his shop Gay Sports, at that time the word gay had taken on a connotation it had not formerly enjoyed amongst the wider public. Richard wryly told me he had renamed his shop.
I often wondered what his parents were thinking off when they named him, but maybe in those far of days..................
In the same vein,
before we escaped the cruel world, we lived next door to elderly but nice enough neighbours.
Bill, was a "tin basher" and with the years of welding, the fumes had taken a toll on his health, and retired early.
My Mrs being a nurse was oftan called out in the middle of the night to go next door to ease old Bills breathing, he trusted no one else;
His Mrs would call and say, can you come in, Bill has gone all queer again....
And during the evenings his still going on @ 85 Mrs would come in for a T & a chat, my girls would ask, hows Bill today, oh he`s very queer still....
My kids would have to leave the room..........lol.....
Oh vicar, you are our psychic (or was that side kick)....
"Do you remember when you were five years old and the teacher strode into the classroom and you had to stand up and recite a "Good Morning Miss whatever?" Then prayers? Then remain in silence until spoken to?
Well if you're a Frinton and Walton councillor it doesn't get any better than that when you get older."
and older they are getting...87 year older for one of them infact.
as the resident town hall poobah till he falls on his sword, de selected, or loses favor with his poobahh `ets,
the grand master of disasters has announced his movement over to the poobah flock of Frinton, being those who think they are the 1st chosen few, but so few are their numbers, they chose to choose a looser of his faith but not once but twice since 2001....
perhaps its a numbers thing with him..
ok,1965-1966-19667...................................................................................
2000
2001.dammit
2002..dammit
2003...dammit
2004.....dammit
2005.........dammit
2006.............dammit
2007..................dammit
2008..dammit i`m orf again
i got my free bus pass, i got my free bus stop almost outside a tory house.
i`m orf to join the 1st bus pass mob in great poobahland by the sea.
all take the rise as i/we enter the seat of belonging once we enter the opulence of 5 star living at that palace of dreams, that opulance of only the Frinton literartii..
ha.ha.ha......
I knew Brooklands art project was modelled on something, for something after its 3 month show spot @ No. 46....
Ladieeees and genteeeel men, i give you.....Jaywicks very own seat of power.
Oh god vicar, what would i be like if i drank the wine like your most worshipfulness.
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