When we first moved to this town, the local council stated categorically that, although we lived just inside the boundary of a nearby village, on no account were we to use the village's name in our address.
Did we care? Did we buffalo. Because of work commitments, we'd lived apart for over ten months and were only concerned with all being under one roof again.
Now this same village is so up its own alimentary canal, I'm surprised it hasnt got the Judiths *
The Parish Council once demanded that the local rag print a retraction of an allegation that a drug dealer was murdered in the village "because the body was, in fact, discovered over the border"!
As further evidence of its staggeringly collective pomposity, they now want their very own postcode and have therefore had to define the precise catchment area. And guess what – we've been invited into the clique.
Now my first reaction was to suggest they stick the offer "ou le soleil ne brille pas", but as it's likely to add several grand to our resale value, I'm taking the mercenary route and omitting the village's name from my GPO address
until we come to flog.
* Judith Chalmers = Farmers, Farmer Giles = Piles
# posted by Mr.D. @ 4:03 PM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
