Ah, now, you may think it is all a matter of salmon fishcakes and how they are re-aligned, but – let me tell you – it is not that simple. Some of us have already returned the table tennis bats to the leader of the church choir in protest, but it is unlikely that it will be the end of the matter.
It is not just a matter of reading bedtime stories to the marmosets either, some of them have already been elected to the local council, so there will be trouble there ‘ere the string is sorted into appropriate lengths for the time of year and a suitable container is found for the loose change.
I, of course, considering the seriousness of the matter have written to my MP - on the back of a £100 note, in order to get his attention. We also have left a trail of blank expenses forms to lead him into the meeting were we will be able to demonstrate the salmon fishcakes to him, and show a PowerPoint presentation on what it means for the wind farm that has been granted planning permission to be built at the bottom of a local nearby abandoned mineshaft. So none of you can say we are not getting involved in local politics….
Big Society – my arse.
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