SOMETIME next week, but probably on Monday, bulldozers are expected to arrive in a quiet Fenland road and begin the unpleasant task of uprooting a pleasant enough couple from their home.
The names of these unfortunate pair are well known to
Tell me, am I being unreasonable in questioning whether we are suffering from an over dose of Tommy Walsh? Ok I admit my culpability- indeed had events not taken an unexpected turn I would have joined him for a night out this week at Peterborough
AROUND about 6pm, sometimes later, occasionally earlier, but always on a Wednesday evening one of my jobs on the Cambs Times and Wisbech Standard is to pen 300 or so words for what is generally known as the comment column for that week’s edition.
I scan
ANORAKS like me enjoy the passion, fight, the battles and the intrigue that local elections often offer but at first glance Fenland Council elections next month don’t look as if they can achieve any of that.
Wrong, say I, for lurking behind the walk
ABSENCE, as they say, makes the heart grow fonder- and judging by the comments I've received over the lack of regular updates on this blog some of you have sorely missed them. Well that's about to change- and in no particular order of events here's a
WHAT a strange world we journalists inhabit, and do you know I wouldn't change it for all the potatoes at Fenmarc.
Maybe its the Fen mornings that appeal so much, or perhaps the pleasant lunchtimes propping up the bar of the March Conservative
GO on John, treat yourself. Have a rant. Get it off your chest. Tell them how it is.
Thankyou, I will. And in case you’re wondering what’s getting up this particular blogger’s nostrils today, it’s the usurping of the role of local councillors, and the
NICE of those who have inquired about how the Elworthy fitness regime is progressing - well I’m happy to report its progressing well, thankyou.
The scales will reveal tomorrow the latest amount of fat to have been shed, but I’m confident by this time
AGAIN part of my weekly work load has involved the ramifications of the Michael Eke saga (whose wife, Lisa, I hear speaks to him twice daily in a phone call from his prison cell).
What was intriguing, however, about the fall out from the case was the
IF Michael Eke gets to read this ‘blog’ in prison, no doubt he will be add it to the satisfaction rating he’s so obviously been keeping during these past few days. I searched Google this morning and discovered if you put in the name ‘Michael Eke’ you’ll
Firstly, my thanks to the man or woman in the know who kindly leaked me a confidential email from Adrian Waite.
Who he? Well Adrian is the tenants' independent representative tied in with the proposed transfer of Fenland's 4,000 council homes to a housing
Goodness me, what a job application that was! I refer to the meeting of Fenland District Council held last night at which we witnessed the re-emergence of Councillor Alan Melton from exile, partially self imposed and partially the result of a mendacious
IN response to many requests, here’s quick update on the ‘If I can, you can’ initiative which aims to see this wizened provincial hack shrink by at least two stone in time for Christmas.
To the miserable sods who say it can’t, or won’t be done (and I
Pity the cadets who trusted him. Pity the townsfolk who he duped. Pity Bernard Keane, for whom the act of betrayal was as deep and as wounding as anything you could imagine.
Pity the ATC who remain dumbfounded by what he's done. Pity the innocent victims-
For those intrigued by my attempts to lose weight, allow me a brief update. After seven days I had, quite miraculously in my opinion, shed 5lb. Confirmation came last Saturday when I popped into my local Boots but this time strode purposely to the scales,