Editorial
GORILLAS, YOU JUST CAN'T TRUST THEM. This one was billed in last month's Crier as being ready and willing to eat any small children that should knock on our door on Halloween. So where was it? Hiding behind the garden wall? In the flower bed?
Well, no, dawdling back from Newmarket with a boot full of sweets. Too late! The discomforted other inmates of our house were caught napping and sweetless, and rather than endure the nasty tricks that might otherwise rain down on their heads, quickly filled another boot with sweets from Burwell. So now we have quite a lot of sweets, and a whole year until next Halloween.
The Crier has a very strange communication this month, half of which seemed to come from the National Trust, about their Vision. But no, it was from a professional PR consultant who has set up a rival petition extolling Vision virtues.
Enquiries with the National Trust revealed that he was not working for them, although the reason everyone might think so is because he just cut & pastes everything from their website . Consultants! Don't you just love them? But anyway, don't get confused, B Gibbs, independent petitioner and National Trust. Not the same thing. Seemples.
Who could possibly have been abusing our Pauline King (see Letters), who has the unenviable job of getting us all on the Electoral Register? With 108 people having forgotten (including us) Pauline did a magnificent job signing them all up, so shame on you, disenfranchised abusing persons, and don't think that the next Government's Statisticians will fail to identify you as a non-voting group and whence clobber you with every tax they can think of. Isn't this what happened with students fees?
Meanwhile, goodbye with many regrets to John Jordan, who is resigning from our Parish Council. John turned our Village Assembly from a mountain of indigestible facts into something really good, and we're really sorry to see him go.
But that Gorilla will be back next year, with lots and lots of spooky cobwebby past-their-sell-by-date sweets...