Last week, for the first time this winter, that foul and reeking nest of journalists, politicians and similar pond life, London, was cut off from civilization. For a few days, the main railway line between London and the South West was closed due to the flooding. Road transport was also difficult to impossible. As a result, London was deprived of our cream, milk, cheese, ruby red beef and other excellent foods, and, perhaps more important, the good counsel of our intelligent and wise fellows.
The first snow has been spotted, winter is in the air, and that long-awaited harbinger of Christmas, the High Street Lighting the Lights, is almost here. Then there will be the weekend wonderland.
I’ve had an interesting week. It started on Wednesday with a visit to the Slade Youth Club to witness the second Golden Globe awards ceremony where the young people in the club get recognised for their achievements in the previous year.
Has Mr Rodney Cann done anything ambassadorial recently that you know of? I certainly have heard of nothing. In fact, I wonder if he even reads the Ilfracombe edition of the North Devon Journal to find out what happens in our town. I have been commenting for some weeks in my column there, as well as here, on his lack of activity on our behalf and have heard nothing from him, so I suspect not. Come on, Mr Cann. Either do something to justify your position or have the decency to resign it.