Winning the popularity contest

Word has reached me that one or two of those rather soppy Dambeth Councillors opposed to the giant mushroom in Trixton and particuarly the ruination improvements scheduled for Scretam's ice palace or whatever it is are a little upset about my musings on here.

God knows why; you could all do with a sense of humour, especially those associated with the Cleggist wing of politics. There you are, causing merry hell all over the country, and you get upset about a few well chosen home truths finding their mark. Well boo hoo!

You need to learn to be more like Brother Cheatham with his overcoat of hubris, or Gruesome P. Silverblade, the erstwhile Head of Community Engagement and Big Society for Nesco with his hat of arrogance. I say 'erstwhile' because apparently he got stuck in the snow a few days back visiting Nesco's latest hypermegamarket in Alaska - part of their expansion into the NW American wilderness, and new proposal to move into oil drilling. Every little helps!

And I have a welcome to issue, to the latest member of the 'team' piloting through this fantastic project for Scretam and Trixton. Mayor Quimby has joined the Nesco 'gang' and brings with him impeccable qualifications, including being a noted champion of equal rights for the mayorality - just what we need when we're making sure that we at Nesco are more equal than others.

And no, just because he is a member of the same Milipede party as Brother Cheatham it doesn't mean that he abuses his position. That just wouldn't be cricket, would it! I mean, if a Mayor of somewhere like Clamden can't make a career out of improving communities and receiving nice big bonuses for it, what's the World coming to!

I will say now, I can guarantee that his role as Nesco's non-aligned and completely transparent Equal Rights for Nesco Affairs Manager will be as clear as the clean, clear water in the Thames - sparkling, and although it'll probably be bemoaned by the likes of Councillors Verygood and Dribble, has nothing whatsoever to do with anything else he does outside of being a Nesco employee. Oh no. Not at all.

Anyway, as Jimmy Young used to say before he kicked the bucket, now for a tune by Dame Vera Lynn!

Tara!

New Dambeth, new future!

I’ve had a welter of an email into my inbox about the Dambeth Nescoop Council revolution that Brother Cheatham launched back in May this year.

As I said to Councillor Verygood in reply, it’s supposed to be a positive development in the great history of this Borough, and a living, breathing example of the ideals to which we ascribe.

In short, it’s the kind of marketing exercise initiative that Dambeth has become famous for; innovative thinking in the operation and delivery of local services, which in the past have included self-ticketing parking wardens and last year’s Dambeth Living Lottery, where one lucky recipient won a jackpot of £2.9m (but sadly had to give it all back). People like Jeremy Dribble from the opposition might moan about a “lack of being very good at anything much”, but they’re just being difficult really.

And there’s also been a lot of cynicism from the not-so-good burghers of Trixton Market – aka the new Brother Cheatham Housing Estate and Retail Park. Yes, you’d expect complaints from these people, and those scrotes down in Scretam (or the ‘Road to Wrack and Ruin’ as I like to call it; I mean, it hardly has any shops, no leisure centre and just a big road running through it. Whoever thought that was a good idea?!), but from those at the top of the shitty heap of political life in Dambeth, I mean, come on!

So I’m on a drive to convince the residents of Dambeth that the Nescoop idea is a goer. It’s all about cooperation, about achieving greater participation in reorientating the community towards Dambeth Council and ensuring that what Nesco ask for, they get.

There’ll be some letters hitting your doormats soon asking you about the name change that Gruesome P. Silverblade tells me he’s ordered Brother Cheatham to send out. He’d appreciate a positive response or they’ll get very huffy and bulldoze the ice palace on Scretam High Road.

So anyway, good to pen some further words on the campaign to create a new form of local council that is cooperative, collaborative and unencumbered by silly little things like ‘democracy’. It’s called consensus, and as long as we let Nesco get their way, they’ll build whatever they like and we will like it!

Onward to the future!

Bye all!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Word has reached HQ that some of you readers out there have been missing my, er, missives. And that's nice to know: I'm already aware that both our local MP, Dononvan K Cheekbone (right) IX (JP, MC, MA, MSc [Deptford Poly]) and my old friend Gruesome P are big fans of my campaign to bring Nesco to to the party in Scretam, and do so love my writings. I'm afraid I've been touring the country with my 

Kōauau band.

It's good to have you join such esteemed company, and I hope you spread the word: knacker the carpark and build a bloody great big temporary mushroom - at least that's what that barely-concealed Malison Boung - head of the project for Dambeth and former Nescos *cough* 'consultant-or-something - keeps telling me. 

She really is a smashing girl (below), and doesn't deserve any of the criticism, or totally false allegations following her politely requesting Councillor Verygood get on her knees and "Kiss me where the sun don't shine" - in my opinion, a thoroughly enchanting prospect and clearly far more attractive than kissing her on the lips!

Anyway, I'm rambling again. I see there was a bit of a fishy episode that left the anti-Nesco campaign skating on thin ice the other week. I really must protest - like the pun?! What these silly buggers just don't understand is the value of a good, community hypermegamarket, and throwing ice all over it to make a point about some silly little crumbling ice palace or other just won't cut it.

The fact is the council are in the bag; Brother Cheatham tells me that they're home-and-hosed and that a little thing like 'Completely screwing up the project' won't affect things too much; he's definitely a winner! As for the misguided Verygood (right), she's walking a very fine line. In fact, I hear Brother Cheatham is soon going to start issuing a brand new circular to add to the soon-to-be-lamented and all-around smashing read, 'Dambethisgreatwithmeinchargesoshutit'. It'll be called 'Whyi'mrightandverygoodcangoswingfromarope', and I'm looking forward to seeing how popular it is, especially in Cllr Verygood's marginal ward, where I've assured Cheatham she's about as popular as the current Deputy PM is at a B&B in Hastings! 

One more thing; word has reached me that Nescos might not be as keen as Dambeth about the Magic Mushroom, but I still think it's worth doing, if only for the sight of all those silly cars having to park at Dambeth's local hypermegamarket! Irony indeed!

Tuttybye!

Something's a bit fishy

Well, here I am, sat on my porch atop a beautiful mound of Nesco value tinned spaghetti hoops, looking out at the angry mob, once more. It's a strange sight; I mean sometimes you've got to wonder quite what people expect these days.
Take that former Prime Minister, Brother Grin; great bloke, man of 'the people', but in the end what was he famous for? Invading France or somesuch. Look, the point i'm making is that like Brother Grin, you can try to court good publicity and high regard, or you can balls it up from the start; don't try to fight reality. I know where i'd rather be. Fail with panache, BC!

Tonight's post was thanks to Nesco's value savoury fish scraps. Best eaten off tarmac. Apparently.

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I'm starting my own campaign!

I've just been reading the complaints from Nesco's parting Head of Bulldozers, who has complained that "The planning system is ridiculous; you have to ask people if you can build a hypermegamarket before you knock their bloody houses down!"

The smiling assassin

I have to agree with him: the planning system in this country is a disgrace! I mean, there go Nesco, SlainAndBury's and their kind, trying to revitalise communities with their unique brand of 'putting other shops out of business' and little things like 'consultation' get in the way. I call that unnecessary and overly bureaucratic.

In fact I'm starting my own campaign to introduce the kind of 'consultation' favoured by Dambeth Council officers. All you do is hand-pick some compliant types who you know are secretly a bit scared of you, and then shout 'Boo!' at them. Hey presto; putty in your hands. You get your shop, and they get to say thank you.

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Moan, moan, moan

News has reached me of yet another complaint that those mindless complainers at Scretam Ice Users group have decided to throw, this time in the direction of Dambeth's esteemed council officers.

A Dambeth Council Officer

They're alleging, apparently, that a local councillor was 'thrown out at a meeting of the Ice Users Group'. Look, the fact is that she was bound to be causing trouble. And the fact that one of the officers (pictured) was heard whispering down the phone to Gruesome P. Silverblade, Head of Community Engagement and Big Society for Nesco (also pictured - yes, he's got the eye patch; poked it out when trying to open a packet of Nesco Value bog roll), has nothing to do with the result that Councillor Verygood was frogmarched out of the building and told to apologise to Sir Very Dripdry (pictured), Chief Shelf Stacker of Nesco.

Don't you just love the parrot?

What makes me angry is the injustice of a bunch of these people making life difficult for a bunch of troublemakers community-minded philanthropic multi-millionaires and property developers: making money isn't a dirty thing, and there most certainly nothing wrong in influencing local councils like Dambeth for the good, especially when it's Nesco's version of good.

"Polyester is my very favourite"; Sir Very Dripdry

Besides which, local authorities don't actually do much anyway, do they? In fact, I hear there's a nice site for a Nesco MiniMegaMart on the current site of Dambeth Town Hall in Trixton.

Bye all!

La crise dans Trixton - c'est tout merde!

Salut, and scuse my French! Just been doing a bit of lingua Franca and all that. 

It's got rather nasty, hence the merde! The radicals of Trixton have decided that they don't like the idea of a giant wobbly mushroom perched on top of their precious, unused car-park, and are throwing their toys out of the pram.

My spies tell me that they took the action because the plans being professionally executed by Dambeth Council - loyally and self-sacrificially carried out under orders from Gruesome P. Silverblade, means that they lose a car-park that isn't even a car-park!

And now they're demanding that some new car-parking space be created so that people can lug a half-a-kilo of carrots home from the market. Hardly sustainable is it?

The solution? Easy! Some of the highly (and rightly so!) and well remunerated (and I might add, entirely polite!) officers at Dambeth have suggested an alternative to this silly market nonsense: Dig for Victory!

It's simple: get everyone to grow their own fruit and veg, just like in wartime Britain, and hey presto, no need for a market! After all, it's more sustainable, reduces traffic pollution, removes the need for all those stalls cluttering up a perfectly developable part of Trixton.

And yes, we can even grow mushrooms - giant, wobbly ones if you like: did you know they're fed on shit and kept in the dark? Sounds familiar!

Anyway, au revoir, and see you down Trixton: I'll be with Gruesome P. and Brother Cheetham measuring up that wretched cinema for a much-needed Nesco valuecornershop!