tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post6092696208444286690..comments2024-01-30T07:41:20.885+00:00Comments on Broken Barnet: I do declare - no, actually, I don't: I'm a Tory councillor, and this is Broken BarnetMrs Angryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-23715833167597617992012-02-01T23:27:01.437+00:002012-02-01T23:27:01.437+00:00ha: cneifiwr ... seems councillors everywhere reso...ha: cneifiwr ... seems councillors everywhere resort to the same tricks. I think only a tiny percentage of what should be declared ever reaches the register. But when the new Standards aspect of the localism bill is law, petty corruption in local government will flourishm through lack of effective sanctions. <br /><br />As a matter of fact, the nuns at my school were very worried about our knickers, which were supposed to be, and I realise I should not pander to the fantasies of the more unhinged readers of this blog by going into details, grey flannel passion killers. We had a visiting (male)yoga teacher who said he was, ha ha, a doctor, and was shown the door after showing a particular interest in these undergarments.<br /><br />I have moved on since then.<br /><br />Baarnett, I have just eaten, and now I am feeling slightly unwell. An average day's intake for Brian, I imagine.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-63823614406575574532012-02-01T18:53:04.486+00:002012-02-01T18:53:04.486+00:00Ah, Mrs A, you've added a rare still from Bria...Ah, Mrs A, you've added a rare still from Brian's recent movie, showing him being entertained with a meal of moules marinieres, pate de foie gras, beluga caviar, eggs benedict, a leek tart, frogs' legs amandine, and quail's eggs on a bed of mushrooms all mixed in a bucket with the quail eggs on top and a double helping of pate. Brian's appetizers were followed by the main course of Jugged Hare, with a sauce of truffles, bacon, Grand Marnier, anchovies and cream. For apéritifs, Brian chose six bottles of Château Latour 1945, a double jeroboam of champagne, and half a dozen crates of brown ale.<br /><br />All would have been well, except that Brian was then offered a "<i>wafer</i>-thin mint".<br /><br />When the explosion cleared, Brian was still alive, but his chest cavity was blasted open, revealing his spread ribs and still-beating heart. As he looked around, seemingly confused by what had just happened, the maître d' was about to calmly walk up to him, and present <b>"the check, monsieur Brian"</b>. However, that got cut from the film, as being obviously fictional.baarnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12301292285255035403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-78896571506109395382012-02-01T18:21:51.188+00:002012-02-01T18:21:51.188+00:00I think I may have commented before that this visi...I think I may have commented before that this visit was almost identical to one Caebrwyn and I made to the Black Lubianka in Carmarthen. The registers there were uninformative, to put it mildly, but what struck me was the level of inconsistency of declarations. One did own up to being a mason, but nobody else did (I bet there are more). Two admitted to being Tories in their spare time, while they claim that they are non-political Independents in public (bet there are more). Almost nobody registered meeting any lobbyists, supermarket bosses, etc., although I have a picture of 3 of them cavorting around a field to celebrate Tesco getting planning permission. <br /><br />All very confusing. Do you know what the guidance is on e.g. membership of external organisations, including the masons? Are they supposed to record meetings with external bodies even if there is no immediate and apparent conflict of interest (e.g. you meet a Tesco boss but are not on the planning committee?).<br /><br />Finally, I think your old Mother Superior would take a very dim view of your gratuitous mention of your knickers. And I am sure it distracted lots of your male entourage from their diligent analysis of council budget forecasts, FOI responses, etc. It certainly took my thoughts away from the state of the council's reserves.Cneifiwrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08767078276794410524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-3913830411740896492012-02-01T00:57:54.400+00:002012-02-01T00:57:54.400+00:00Democracy, Mr M? In Broken Barnet? It took two wee...Democracy, Mr M? In Broken Barnet? It took two weeks, several emails, phone calls, two blogposts and a veiled threat before we even got within spitting distance of NLBP. I quite like the idea of spitting at NLBP, actually. <br /><br />Baarnett: I felt sorry for the babysitter, to be honest. He had very small feet, and was quite nervous. And it is very late, and you should go to bed.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-49864151571441583082012-02-01T00:39:49.998+00:002012-02-01T00:39:49.998+00:00"we were not allowed to leave the room until ..."we were not allowed to leave the room until another officer had arrived"<br /><br />Er, what if you had insisted. Mrs A? Unlawful imprisonment is an evil thing...baarnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12301292285255035403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-13487832672061551782012-01-31T23:55:30.610+00:002012-01-31T23:55:30.610+00:00Do you know Mrs Angry I think that I might start g...Do you know Mrs Angry I think that I might start going into North London Business Park every time I am on one of the nearby roads, and ask on an ad hoc basis, as the Regulations allow, and start timing the process to see how long it takes to respond to democracy.Mr Mustardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12522242686839965655noreply@blogger.com