Once upon a time a Loyal and Ancient Borough had been ruled for many years by one party.
Then certain good men and women got together to change this position, with good intent, they formed a new party and took the might of the established party on.
in their first election they shook the established party by their success, in the border regions. However the established party were over confident and imagined come the next election the voters would return them to the status quo. They underestimated the feelings in the border towns, they even elected more of these usurpers.
The voters of the border regions were pleased to exercise their democratic rights and bring back democracy to their town.
(This is where this story should end and the people of these border towns sleep happy ever after.)
BUT things went wrong, the head of these brave men and women went about insulting the people who put them there.
In a modern version of the wall in Bejing the protesters put their objections to the Mao's communists, people posted their feelings on a website.
This was not tolerated by many in the new political party. they wanted to supress any opposition , resorting to insults and twisting the truth.
.............At the next election the people of the border towns once again execised their democratic rights and removed the good men and women of the new party. sadly the border towns reverted to a one party town, democracy once agin died.

This story is fiction any similarity to our town is purely co-incidental. But then again doesn't fiction mirror real life.

Sleep Tight

Town: ajames46@fsmail.net

Hi Alan

And were you one of these "good men and women got together" or juust another whinger and whiner?

Town: peter.franzen@community-action.com

FAIRY TALE 2

Once upon a time in a far off land of smoke and fire called Condor where Dr. Spooner was venerated there lived a wizard, Shining White. Shining White gathered a band of usurpers into a secret society whose mission it was to go forth into the borderlands of the Empire of Coccium and wrest control of that Empire from the hands of the Newlabs, controllers of the Empire.
The usurpers donned the mantle of honesty and wormed their way into the confidence of the citizens of the borderlands under the guise of being 'non-political', for dear readers, no one likes politicians. The trusting citizens accepted the usurpers and listed to what they said, after all,  they were 'non-political'.
A few of the usurpers had problems with their mantle of honesty when they showed ignorance of the rules of Coccium but they managed to continue on their mission. At last it was time for the annual tradition of the Empire, the Day of Electa. This was the festival of paper ticking and counting. The results went down in the annals of Condor as 'Big Boot Day'.
But lo! A wondrous event had taken place which baffled the citizens of Coccicum. A new political party had arrived calling themselves the CEEAPEE. How could this be when they had been told the usurpers were 'non-political?' The citizens were puzzled. What was CEEAPEE? The sages of Coccium gathered and pronounced it was 'CAP' but what did it mean? Was it the ritual for which the good citizens of Coccium where  renowned ? The cloth placed on the head when whippet-walking? No! Did it stand for something like 'CRAZY AND PARANOID'. No! Was it some magical incantation for the land of Condor or something else?
The matter was resolved when Shining White spoke. 'CAP is the Community Action Party'. But what was this, a political party arising from those who were 'non-political?' There were those in Coccium who questioned the honesty and integrity of these actions.
Leader Shining White cast his runes and strode into the Chambers of Coccium chanting his CAP spell, 'WEA REAG AINSTIT.' It became an all too familiar chant in the venerable Chambers. New road? 'WEA REAG AINSTIT.' Modernise the library, 'WEA REAG AINSTIT.' Build a skate park for the youth of Coccium, 'WEA REAG AINSTIT.'
And unlike all fairy tales this one does not end here or does it? Will Shining White continue to make his incantations? Will he prove to have honesty and integrity? Will Coccium survive? Will Dan Dare come to the rescue? Do you care? Does anyone care? Watch this space and remember it is but a fairy story.

The Necromancer
 

Yet Another Fairy Story

In the Northern Lands of Cloth Caps and Whippets, a strange thing happened. The children. That is anyone born after there was only one car in your street and only one channel on television. They started to make themselves heard, on a strange thing called the internet, they even made their own website. This upset the grown ups, that is anyone born when there was only one car in your street and only one channel on television, because they didn’t know how to set one up. If they wanted one they had to pay many pennies to an expert, when they were told how much they would remonstrate with the internet wizard and tell him they remembered when you could take your girlfriend to the pictures and have enough change from “ten bob” for fish and chips, real fish and chips too.
Anyway I diverse, mainly because I was born when there was only one car in our street and only one channel on television and I even wear sandals, so I am allowed to diverse.
What these children wanted (enough descriptions, if you are paying attention, you should know what one is by now) was a skateboard park. Go on the I had better explain what a skateboard is, it is a piece of wood with wheels on that children go hurtling up and down concrete ramps and nearly break there necks. The real grown ups are most jealous because they get frightened driving up the ramp at ASDA. The not quite grown ups like to tell you they are into extreme sports, but as they are nearly real grown ups, they would like a bigger and better skateboard park in someone else’s backyard.
The arguments rumbled on, on this strange internet thing (What happened to letter writing, in my day you could post at night and it would be delivered next morning for three old pennies it now cost four shillings and sixpence in real money and then gets lost)
Everyone agreed the children needed a skateboard park, but not at the expense of our future Wimbledon Champions. We just have to wait until Wimbledon is played on broken concrete liberally scattered with broken bottles with a scattering of needles and used condoms and we will be world champions.
Sadly the arguments got more important than the end result. EVERYONE started hurling insults and lost credibility so the wise men at Town ‘All just ignored them all.
Then the grown ups and the not quite grown ups were very happy, they could again say the children are a waste of space, we didn’t behave like that in our day.