Ramblings of an Old Man. Part 5. The reckoning.
IN the aftermath of the polls may I refer to the words of one Bobby Womack ( who wrote it ) and the Rolling Stones ( who sang it) and the multitude of losing candidates and ex councillors who are crying into their beer and saying it……
” It’s All Over Now “.
And indeed it is for the next four years. The nation has spoken with the usual mediocre turn out with the results we all expected. The new boys are in charge. Fireworks assured from all directions. Every move will be scrutinised by the people who for decades should have been scrutinised themselves. Sour grape anyone? The fact is no one knows how it will work out but everyone deserves a chance. Ask again in six months time.
Yes folks the people wanted reform. And got Reform. Who have ideas about checking the accounts, trimming the workforce and getting the working from home people back in an office. Oh dear. I fear the gravy train may be slightly diluted. Meanwhile here in Prince Bishop land…..
A seismic power change has occurred at DCC. The collective cross party coalition who have had control have been ousted by the gatecrashers of Reform. A bitter pill to swallow. There have been tears ( long before bedtime), outpourings of grief and rage and the odd face like a slapped arse. Did I mention sour grapes? But up here in the sticks….
In Weardale the trend was bucked. Reform came,saw, but did not conquer. The Independents were returned. Albeit with a different poll topper. As we will all know by now Councillor Anita Savory emerged victorious and the independents also taking the runner up position. Also known as coming second. But, in the alleged words of the Fuhrer of Germany about eighty years ago ” It’s not the winning it’s the taking part”. Aye right. It’s just a slight loss of face. Slapped arse face.
So that’s a wrap. Congratulations to the winner. We hope to see more of her in upper Weardale and of course in Tow Law. A worthy mention for the losing candidates. Never give up. Your time may well come. Just, it appears, not yet.
Are the ramblings over? Who knows? There may be more to encourage my little grey cells with all their traits of cynicism, wit and satire to put pen to paper. Or should I say finger to keyboard. Maybe sooner than later. There’s much to observe.
So for the moment….. l hope anyone who has read these musings has had a wry smile and if by any chance anyone has taken offence by anything, in my struggling remembering of my Grammar School Latin may I just say……
Stercus Accidit. Flocci Non Faccio! Until another time…
BT.
