Another great letter, Terry - I'm looking forward to drafting my response for you read in due course!
Now, it's all very well writing stiff letters to the council and attending public meetings to get your voice heard, but why stop there? Those of us following Puddlegate are surely needing answers to these two questions:
1. When are YOU, Terry Freedman, Cheesed-off of Chigwell, standing for election to the council? I recommend the slogan 'Terry Gets Things Done', and a mandate for chocolate Hobnobs and sufficient comfort breaks to be supplied at meetings.
2. How can those Substack readers* supportive of your candidacy register to vote? Please supply details soonest.
Thank you for your vote of confidence, Rebecca. In all of my dealings in other walks of life -- both in leisure activities and work -- I have always got myself onto committees in order to put my money where my mouth is, so to speak.
However, I've never considered doing so as far as getting on the council is concerned for several reasons, not the least of which is that I would have to stand as an independent because there is no way that one of the mainstream parties would support me, even in the unlikely event I would wish to have anything to do with them. As an independent I would have to spend a small fortune and a lot of time canvassing in return for half a dozen votes.
In any case, I would not offer hobnobs because (a) I need to keep off the sugar, so I think everyone else should too. Therefore my first act would be to ban the sales of hobnobs and similar comestibles in the local area; (b) I don't believe in bribery, unless the bribes are coming in my direction;. Also, thank you for working on a slogan for me but my preferred slogan would be "We know our rights!!"
Are you too young to remember Screaming Lord Sutch and his Monster Raving Looney Party? He was a pop singer, and had a brilliant PR tactic. He would always stand for election in Huyton, the constituency of the Prime Minister at the time, Harold Wilson. He always lost, of course, but would be photographed shaking Wilson's hand in congratulation, thereby garnering front page coverage all for the price of a few hundred pounds of his lost deposit. One of his manifesto policies was to bottle all the hot air generated in the House of Commons and use to heat pensioners' homes.
I DO remember Screaming Lord Sutch! He stood for Parliament for years and years and years, didn't he? Quite a character!
And those are wise words about the Hobnobs, Terry. I don't eat things like that either, but I've got a stash of chocolate Hobnobs in the larder to keep the builders sweet. They're working outside our house this week, and seem to appreciate something to dunk into the cups of tea I've been providing at regular intervals. 😊
Great letter Terry! I hope you return to normal soon.
Thanks, Matthew
I sure do enjoy this correspondence. It is like having a visit with you both over tea and Jammy Dodgers. I would be the one eating the Jammy Dodgers.
I'm not supposed to eat jammy dodgers, same as I'm not supposed to eat hobnobs
Awwww. Rats! I will send you my address and you can mail them on over to ME. Hope you are up and nearly normal by now.
I'm ok as long as I don't breathe or laugh. Thank you for asking
Another great letter, Terry - I'm looking forward to drafting my response for you read in due course!
Now, it's all very well writing stiff letters to the council and attending public meetings to get your voice heard, but why stop there? Those of us following Puddlegate are surely needing answers to these two questions:
1. When are YOU, Terry Freedman, Cheesed-off of Chigwell, standing for election to the council? I recommend the slogan 'Terry Gets Things Done', and a mandate for chocolate Hobnobs and sufficient comfort breaks to be supplied at meetings.
2. How can those Substack readers* supportive of your candidacy register to vote? Please supply details soonest.
*all of us, surely. #voteforterry
Thank you for your vote of confidence, Rebecca. In all of my dealings in other walks of life -- both in leisure activities and work -- I have always got myself onto committees in order to put my money where my mouth is, so to speak.
However, I've never considered doing so as far as getting on the council is concerned for several reasons, not the least of which is that I would have to stand as an independent because there is no way that one of the mainstream parties would support me, even in the unlikely event I would wish to have anything to do with them. As an independent I would have to spend a small fortune and a lot of time canvassing in return for half a dozen votes.
In any case, I would not offer hobnobs because (a) I need to keep off the sugar, so I think everyone else should too. Therefore my first act would be to ban the sales of hobnobs and similar comestibles in the local area; (b) I don't believe in bribery, unless the bribes are coming in my direction;. Also, thank you for working on a slogan for me but my preferred slogan would be "We know our rights!!"
Are you too young to remember Screaming Lord Sutch and his Monster Raving Looney Party? He was a pop singer, and had a brilliant PR tactic. He would always stand for election in Huyton, the constituency of the Prime Minister at the time, Harold Wilson. He always lost, of course, but would be photographed shaking Wilson's hand in congratulation, thereby garnering front page coverage all for the price of a few hundred pounds of his lost deposit. One of his manifesto policies was to bottle all the hot air generated in the House of Commons and use to heat pensioners' homes.
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I DO remember Screaming Lord Sutch! He stood for Parliament for years and years and years, didn't he? Quite a character!
And those are wise words about the Hobnobs, Terry. I don't eat things like that either, but I've got a stash of chocolate Hobnobs in the larder to keep the builders sweet. They're working outside our house this week, and seem to appreciate something to dunk into the cups of tea I've been providing at regular intervals. 😊
Thanks for your tireless efforts!