Editorial
THIS MUST BE the most apolitical Crier in the history of its publication. ALL our heavy-weight political reporters are disabled this month: Karen because of computer disaster, Allen because of illness in the family and Hazel because she is new and does not yet know what happens to Crier correspondents who do not send their copy without a very convincing excuse. Ho yes!
However, it is a most entertaining Crier, as the Eds hope you will agree. Too entertaining, in some respects, as readers will note when they turn to our, alas CENSORED, Crier Profile.
The mystery of the eternal rabbit threesome first introduced by Margaret Stanier returns in force with simultaneous contributions from Skye and Devon (where donŐt these rabbits get to), WE WON THE CRICKET, at least four SP residents have made their mark on the national scene this month, and James Willmott gives us the low down on all those pesticides and questicides that lurk down in the Fen.
Alert readers might also notice this issue of the Crier is a tad late. This is due to unavoidable circumstances, namely, the Eds being glued to Wimbledon as opposed to concentrating on editing. Little does Venus know how much her success was entirely due to Crier Eds who only put five quid on her ultimate victory. Yes, we always win five quid stakes and are guaranteed doomed with a penny more.
Lastly, remember, remember, we don't do September! Copy for September, please, by next copy-date, and SEPTEMBER 22nd! See Verity Stroud's letter - this is the date we can make up for forgetting about the Village Assembly. and all turn out to GET THAT LOO in St Cyriac's. Happy Holiday Plans...