Editorial
THE CRIER DONE-AND-DUSTED IN A DAY? That was indeed the Eds' great ambition
this month. Impossible, of course - it takes at least a week - BUT we've
very nearly made it! Yes, away with this footling namby-pamby
we'll-do-a-bit-at-a-time, it does not work, and here are the results - has
our doggie proof-reader been up to scratch this time? We do hope so, otherwise
BAD DOG, NO BISCUITS...
Over the years, the Crier - for which better printing means we now use considerably smaller fonts - has nevertheless been getting bigger and bigger, and what with the photographics and this, that and other, a bit of a task for the editors. Further, the wretched decimalising Post Office is now threatening to crank up our postal charges by 30% because of some entirely spurious threshold they have invented: 100 grams, how ridiculous! We'd be perfectly alright with 4oz...
But long may it last, we like it this way (see Letters) and onwards ever. Meanwhile, even though a number of our regular correspondents are away this month (yes, are councillors playing hooky this month?) contributors have not let us down.
Don't miss Mark Lewinski's delightful summary of the burning Crier topics-of-the-day of yesteryear, Alastair Everitt's bid for the Our Architect column, and some really excellent reviews, including a breathtaking debut from Jim Henderson, who has some quite controversial views on schlagsahning sonatas!
Alas we missed much of the Easter entertainments, but we won't be missing the VILLAGE FEAST or the VILLAGE ASSEMBLY, as neither, dear readers, will YOU, of course! See you there...