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Look I ain't doing this because I'm slightly concerned about the use of multiple registrations. I don't use one because I like being me and I wouldn't have it any other way. But, if there are users using two or more names to post then so what. I personally couldn't care less and neither should anyone else. Someone who uses a second user name may have a very good reason to feel it necessary. They may be in an uncomfortable situation, say within their employment and they want to deflect any concerns away from themselves. Does it really matter? It doesn't matter a jot! It's pointless and it only serves to create an air of 'witch hunting'. I've read Rebecca's contribution which I personally read as being poisonous and nasty and implying that Coiln has been working covertly on those who are considered to be subversive. Is that a healthy way to be. I don't like to think that Rebecca is privy to secret information regarding an investigation into me and my friends. It's not nice. Personally, I hate to think that I and others who perhaps don't conform and have won themselves enemies by posting upon the Voice are now being targeted by some ethos driven by those who don't like me and my friends. I ain't the enemy and neither are my friends who's only misdemeanour seems to be they are loud, consistent and refuse to bend to another view which they find distasteful. Is that really such a bad thing? I don't think it is. Me? I regret ever posting that thread about the migrants and I regret being a part of a debate that's clearly fractured our membership and if I could I'd delete the whole thing from our memories, but this really is no way to go on. I don't want my good friend Colin and someone who I hold in the very highest regard trawling through digital information just so that Rebecca and others who dislike me and my friends can feel happy that we have been exposed as stinkers and rotters. With the greatest of respect Colin, I respectfully ask you to stop this and simply let it be. I'm not the enemy and neither is Dippy, Maverick, Paul Cardin and anyone else who has upset the harmony that once existed upon Hereford Voice. Let it be Colin. My very warmest regards to you pal.

Colin my dear and good friend. Whilst I know that these last few weeks have been difficult and much of it is as a result of 'me' and the thread I created, I know that this is a mistake for you and everyone else. Don't do it old friend. It's self defeating and only serves to fuel further division. Put it down Col. Let it be. No good comes from these things. My very warmest regards to you and everyone else who taps upon these pages.

Chris, My good friend The Professor aka Gdj is right. I've read the documents from front to cover and the Councils actions are illegal and clearly the consultation wasn't done properly to satisfy their statutory responsibility and comply with the law. Please our Chris, kick this ball about for a little while and see where it takes you. If ever there's something to bite and chew on and kick up a fuss it's this disclosure from Gdj. You've got the teeth Chris as I quickly discovered when you joined these pages. Give it a go lad. Start biting!

Course, bloody now, after they've read me bloody post that made it absolutely clear that I had no intention of ever assisting them in their investigation, I'm guessing that they've got me pegged as a possible suspect. Well I didn't steal the bike and anyone who even contemplates the notion that I did is no friend of mine. What's the World coming to when you can't transmit an innocent post without getting labelled a possible bike thief. Bloody Police State! It's getting worse by the day. All I ever said was I was not prepared to tell them who owned the bike, not that I bloody knew, and now all of this. My good name being dragged through the mud as a team of Officers sit there, trawling through this, that and the other trying to pin this on me. Well I ain't having. I'll be damned if I do. If you can't sit here watching the Whitecross Housewives gyrating and dancing seductively on my webcam without worrying that the Police are coming to cart you off for something you definitely didn't do, it's a poor bloody show. Well I'm not having it. I know what I'll have and what I won't have and I'm definitely not, under any circumstances having this. Why should I? I've done absolutely nothing wrong and I don't see why I should have to sit here hiding up in my attic because some bright eyed, promotion chasing bloody sleuth has decided that I'm a suspect. I mean, this is getting out of hand. If they pin one bike on me, they'll try clearing their books and bloody gift me hundreds of charges that wrongly imply I've purloined a hundred bikes. A hundred bikes! Rubbish! I've not stolen one bike let alone a hundred bikes and if they pop round here and search my hovel of a home they'll not find a single bell, peddle or mudguard that might support the idea that I like stealing bloody bikes. Haven't they got better things to do than victimise a man who regularly minds his own business, diligently recycles his rubbish and pays his way in a round down the Commercial!

Friends, if you can find the time, pop onto the Hereford Times, find the article that relates to the planned closure of Number One and pop a supportive comment on the thread. Thank you all.

So, they want me to tell them who owns the bike do they! Well, I'd like them to tell me who, a few years ago, tippy toed into my home, burgled me and stole me bloody belongings. Course, they won't tell me because they don't know and despite the regular sound bite that's shovelled out proclaiming, 'if you commit crime around these parts we will catch you and we will punish you', thus bloody far, nobody can tell me who burgled me bloody house. So, given that they don't know who burgled me house, why would you think that they think that I, you or we might be able to tell them who owns the bloody bike. Frankly, given the mood I'm in, I'm not so sure I'd tell them if I knew who owned the bike. What with me being up to my ankles in Crack, Smack, Legal Highs and economic bloody Lows and a constant worry that some rosy cheeked, moustacheod Constable heavily laden with equipment to stun me, gas me and make me squeal is keen to catch me driving at thirty three miles an hour in Commercial Road so that I either have to accept three penalty points or be gifted the golden opportunity to pay and attend a course run by a couple of retired Constables who'll drop eggs on the floor screaming, 'this is the result of you doing three miles above the limit. You've killed the wee child you callous evil bastard,' I'm not entirely convinced that I want to phone the Police, navigate their Rubik Cube of a Call Centre and spend two hours of my life desperately searching for someone who'll ask me, 'who owns the bloody bike'. What'smore, what is it that's so important about this bike. What's the bike done or, as is more likely, what's the rider of the bike done that's compelled them to show me, you and us this picture of the bike in question. Call me Mister bloody Awkward but, given that I've got a sweet tooth, I want some sugar. I want to know a little more about why they want to find and trace the owner of this bike. If, for example, the rider, mounted upon this bike pulled up outside Plough Lane, threw a house brick through the window howling, 'stop making the weak and the vulnerable pay and help people with disability', I ain't so sure I'm prepared to roll over, become a Coppers Grass and help find the owner of this bloody black bike who, as far as I'm aware, unless he was the one that burgled me and me bloody home, has never done anything to hurt me. No! I'm not cooperating other than to say, that this bike is not my property and anyone who says they've seen me on it peddling away from the scene of some crime is a liar and an embellisher!

Thank you Chris and thank you Dippy. I didn't know about the closure of Number One. I've heard of it and I know that many families need to use this wonderful place but I didn't realise that it was for the chop. Its so depressing. So sad that it's come to this. To think that even the little ones with a disability are now participants in 'In It Together' as the United Kingdom PLC battles it's way back to triple 'A' rating and the fastest growing economy in the Western World. Anyway, thanks very much.

Isn't it the most wonderful news. The people of Greece, rich in culture and bursting with pride, took to the ballot box and told this unholy European Union and their stupid and unsustainable currency called the bloody Euro, to get stuffed. No! We ain't having it'. I'm bloody delighted and despite the fact we are exposed to a cool billion of Greek debt, I'm rolling around howling with joy at the moon cognisant that the mighty German economy has been suckered into loaning the Greeks forty bloody billion. When this collection of unelected mandarins gave the green light to Greece to 'come on down' and join the Euro, at that time, their economy was generally accepted as being an economic basket case and, after being showered with money from the EU, it's still a basket case and this nation of only eleven million people, slightly more than live in London, they're now buggered by a debt of hundreds of billions that it is impossible to ever, ever, ever, in a billion bloody years, ever be repaid. Hallelujah and God be praised I say. The idea that Greece was ever capable of joining the Euro is now widely accepted as ridiculous and the great big, sweet, juicy thing is, most of the former Soviet states that also joined in with this merry dance with Lucifers economic master plan, well they are in a much worse state than Greece. Yep! Every single one of these nations were running basket case economies before and they still are and just like Greece, they've been showered with money to block pave their streets, lay hundreds of miles of cycle paths and told, 'don't worry that near on twenty one million of your young people have left home and gone to pick fruit, sweep roads and pluck chickens in the West. It'll all work out in your favour because you don't have to look after them, the West will and every month they'll send you back big chunks of Western money that'll make up for the loss of your young, best and brightest people. Fu.king madness! Course, when the United Kingdom stop paying financial credits and benefits to poorly paid people, disallow them from sending home 4.6 billion pounds a year to support 'home', what do you think will happen next? Yep! With a slight grasp on elementary economics and a little imagination you'll conclude that the model of madness that the EU is following will quickly and happily for me, fragment and fall apart throwing everything into disarray. Me? It can't come soon enough. Remember this, if something ain't working and you've done all manner of things to make it work and still it doesn't, then the chances are it'll never work and the economic result is inevitable. The whole thing is a dog! And as for the Germans. I like the Germans. They are truly a remarkable people. But, when it comes to them involving themselves in any grand plan, and my God they've dug themselves and everyone else into this one, they always eventually begin to dominate. They bloody can't help themselves. It's in their nature. They have to impose their will, their vision and their fiscal discipline upon all those around them and consequently history is slowly repeating itself. Course, Angela Merkel ain't quite so buoyant, bouncy and bloody happy nowadays is she? She looks pretty pis.ed off to me and when the German people realise that they ain't ever going to get back their forty billion bloody Euros, she'll quickly find that like Cameron and other political leaders who've sensed that the game is up, she'll be jumping on the bandwagon demanding change. And who can blame anyone for demanding change and a return to sovereignty, national pride and a control of your own destiny. Other than hearing that bloody Jean Claude bloody Junker, Baroness Ashton, Van bloody Rumpey and all the rest of them have all chosen to jump in the bloody Lugg and end it all, I couldn't be bloody happier than I am right now. I throw myself at the feet of the great Greek people and say thank you very much.

Thank you all for your kind words of support. It's very much appreciated.

Hello my old friend. There is so much you can do Glenda. You can put your weight and considerable local political reputation behind this and help the Headteacher win support. A letter has been authored by Mrs Bailey and dispatched to all the pupils parents and carers in the hope that there will be a good response and she'll have emails and letters of support to present to Jesse Norman who's she's meeting on the Friday, 10th, July. As things stand at the moment, because of funding and nothing else, some staff will be made redundant and I'm worried. My warmest regards and best wishes to you Glenda.

Dear friends, Blackmarston School is an extraordinary great place of care and learning and it provides a great education for our little ones who have disabilities that prevent them from attending a mainstream place of education. I hope you'll all fully understand that a place like Blackmarston is unlike most places of learning that most of you will have encountered in your lives. Because of the many needs of the pupils, many of whom require a great deal of care and attention, the staffing levels are considerable higher than all mainstream Schools and consequently, when it comes to adequate funding, it's near on impossible to compare their needs and their staffing levels with any other typical School. Indeed, the largest slice of this Schools funding is spent on staff and whilst, in these hard times of austerity, mainstream Schools can withstand cuts in spending, a place like Blackmarston cannot without it having an extreme impact upon the pupils, the staff and the parents and carers. The last three years have been hard on Blackmarston because the funding to support the School has remained static and it's anticipated that for the next five years there will be no increase in funding from the Government which means, sadly, through no fault of the School or its Administration, they will no longer be able to continue with the number of staff that are required to deliver the care and education our little ones need and deserve. Quite simply, based upon the funding that the School currently receives and is likely to receive throughout the next five years, their position is untenable unless the axe is wielded and staff are cut from the budget. My Grandaughter is a pupil at this wonderful School and because of her special needs, she requires constant supervision, care and attention in just about any area of daily life that you can think of and so, I'm hoping that you will all make your comments, support this School and if at all possible communicate your views of concern to the Headteacher Mrs Sian Bailey who, on the 10th, July will be meeting our MP Mr Jesse Norman who is and will continue to be a great supporter of the School. Her email is...sbailey@blackmarston.hereford.sch.uk. The postal address is....Blackmarston School, Honddu Close, Hereford. The aim? Simply to push the Government and the Local Authority into rethinking their low level of funding to Blackmarston School. This is not just a School! These are not just typical pupils and the staff who are now aware that their jobs may be threatened are not just ordinary Teaching Staff. The School, the pupils, the staff and all who are connected with this wonderful place of care and learning are far from ordinary. Extraordinary is the word I'd use! They are the best of the best and they deserve to be properly and fully funded so that the little ones receive the very best that we can offer, so, please communicate your support and views to the Head of this wonderful School Mrs Sian Bailey.

It would be an honour to accompany the mighty Martin and her colleagues. Mind, if Councillor Johnson is to attend, and it's confirmed, then I insist on being tied, tethered and bound to a gurney and be fitted with some sort of face mask, rather like the one Anthony Hopkins wore in Silence of the Lambs, and being diligently supervised throughout the encounter between him and I.

Grandstanding! That's a relatively new one. You'll be called a lot worse than that Amanda before this course is run. Course, these people, the ones who want to build do not think strategically. They never do. They might claim to think this way but they really don't. They don't because they can't. To think strategically is a thought process beyond them and nothing the future may through up will have registered upon their radar. What they want is simply to build. Build more houses to collect revenue, throw in a road and pretend that all's well and slip in the odd retail unit that'll pay some Hereford youngster armed with a Degree six pound eighty an hour to serve me and my fat face with chips and a Burger. Not once, not even for a moment would they have ever considered the consequences of pulling a lever that'll have a social and economic impact upon all of us. They are unable to do this. The grand, 'let's build some bloody houses and build them bloody quickly' may be a noble idea. The housing demand in Hereford is huge and if all things stay as they are, then perhaps building loads of boxes to place our cheap labour force in is the right course to take. But....and this is being a strategic thinker, what will happen in 2017 when our nation is given the opportunity to vote in the European Referendum? What do we do if the result is to leave this unholy Union. You can bet my right nut that the housing demand will plummet and many will leave and settle elsewhere. The knock on effect will be Private Landlords will have to cut their extortionate rent levels and many of these entrepreneurs who are riding this little slice of fiscal pleasure will go belly up and bust. Then what happens when we've destroyed our countryside, built homes that cannot be filled and there's still no bloody well paid jobs to fund this madness. The answer of course is, 'we should have looked into the future, trained our minds to think strategically and waited until after the Referendum before we built all these houses'. Will they do anything like this? No bloody chance. They'll plough ahead without giving any decision a backward glance.

Course, last night me and the lads had a spot of the usual trouble in the Commercial. I'd supped me thirtieth pint and was in the process of telling the lads how much I hated being laid in bed minding me own bloody business and having the full Tory Council Cabinet bursting in naked through me bedroom window and tipping me recycled rubbish all over me head when, just as I said, 'God! Bloody Council', Gary and Heather Snowzell came hurtling through the door howling, 'Thou Shalt Not Take The Name Of Thy God In Vain'. Course, that did it didn't it! I told them, 'clear off you Devil Dodging, fat bellied, holier than bloody thou hypocritical false prophets. After thirty pints of ale, if I bloody choose to, I bloody Shalt and no number of your followers belonging to your holy flock will stop me. Now clear off. Go find and convert some other sinner. Me and the lads are beyond your devilish influence.' 'Repent. Repent!', they howled, 'the Kingdom of The Lord is at hand and the end of the World is nigh' and then they left singing The Old Rugged Cross'. Mind, that got the lads thinking. Thinking about the End Of The World! 'How will it be Bobby. How will the end come?' they asked. I said, 'how would I bloody know. Guessing', I said, 'God will deliver us a few omens. Syphillis, a rotten new shopping centre, a bloody link road we don't want or need, huge bloody debts, bloody Rickets and then, after he's made us all thoroughly miserable, he'll summon up a bloody wind and blow everything down'. That wasn't the end of it! 'What sort of wind will it be brother Bobby'. I said, 'we'll if God has anything to do with it, my bloody guess is it'll be a mighty wind. The sort of wind that will lay low TheFreedom Church and the Commercial Ale House. Mind', I said, ' it won't be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the world which is why, once we've all got bloody Rickets were off up to Churchill Gardens to bear witness to this apocalyptic event.' And that's where me and the lads are going. Up to Churchill Gardens where, in possession of ale, tobacco and pork rind,we'll watch the results of the wrath of Jehovah as he goes about flattening the Freedom Church and all these other deluded fools who convince themselves that they are the meek and the bloody mild and they are the ones who'll inherit the Kingdom of Heaven.

Hello everyone. Me, going quiet? It's nothing to do with the departure of my friend Paul. He's tough enough and good enough to survive without me giving him any support. I've gone nearly five weeks without posting anything and I've enjoyed every single bloody minute. It's a load off. A release from a troublesome addiction and I needed a break from it. Each and every contributor to these pages is a friend of mine, I've no issue with anybody and I very much appreciate the time I've spent, and probably will spend in the future upon Hereford Voice, but for the time being ill be damned if I tap. My warmest regards to all of you.

I don't like this. I don't like you all sticking it to my friend. I've got no problem with anyone of you good people on this great site but I can't in all honesty sit back while you all take it in turns kicking Paul. He's done nothing to any of you other than be himself, express his views and make it absolutely clear to anyone who reads him that he's against most things that involve people getting a rough deal from those who hold positions of power. I don't see that this position merits you all ganging up and giving him a kicking. If it were a comment about a subject then that's more than fair with me. But this thread ain't about a topic. It's about my friend and I don't like it and I politely ask you to stop doing this.

Lads, I'm posting this now because in four hours time I won't be physically and mentally capable of withstanding the latest attack from my wife when she opens the door, howls, 'I see you've pis.sed your pants again fatso. In you get, stand still and ready yourself for this here frying pan'. What can I say......firstly, is lovely Gary a cutie with a big heart, a lot of talent, a committed supporter of the Conservative Party and someone who ain't been paying his taxes. And the answer is, 'yes'. He is a lad who, through cunning and guile, has used his wealth to keep his money and avoid handing it over to support those less fortunate than him. It's true! There's nothing that Paul has said that requires a lot of hurt feelings and a reaction that is disproportionate to the actual sin which is simply pouring a little tepid water on a warm story that is a lovely story and one which I'm glad about. Me? I wouldn't have created that post that's got you all so agitated but Paul did and this is the way he sees the world. And I see the World in pretty much the same way. It's just that I sit on me bloody hands, do next to nothing about it and follow Cardin as he battles away trying to make things for a lot of poor and weak people a great deal better. I'd say that my dear and good friends who've reacted to Paul in this way simply don't grasp the nature of the lad, understand his writing style and the way he really is. He's a lovely lad, extremely dogged in his approach and once he gets his teeth into something he won't let go. And that's Paul. It's not a knotty conundrum. He is a straightforward character who communicates himself in a quick fire manner that can often be viewed as being terse. As I've said on another topic, there is a huge cultural difference between them up there and us down here and up bloody there it's perfectly normal to communicate in this blunt and straightforward manner. Course all of this is now a pointless piece of writing. The mighty Cardin has gone and collectively we are all the poorer for it.

And I ain't back! I've retired. For the fourth time I'm saying, I ain't doing this anymore. I'm a man of principle and when I say for the fourth time, I'm finished, then I'm finished and anyone who thinks or says otherwise is a doubter and a bloody stinker. Finally, to give Roger some comfort, Cardin is an Everton supporter who prefers only one side of Stanley Park and it ain't the good and best end of that public space of green grass.

I've been in a coma for the past twenty four hours brought on by a lot of ale and getting belted in the face by my wife's frying pan and I've only just read the threads of all my good friends who've reacted to Cardin and his new topic. Now I ain't here to set myself against those who read Cardin in a way that's brought on these highly charged responses and I ain't tapping to support and defend my friend who's posts have ignited this debate. He doesn't need me to defend him and knowing him as I do, and being the 'menace' that he is, he'll be thriving on this outcome and celebrating the fact that so many of us have chosen to take to our keyboards and tap. It seems to me that cultural differences have caused this tiny fracture in our solidarity and it's all because few of you have understood the differences that exist between us down here and them up bloody there. And there are huge differences and I'd like to point out why Cardin is the menace that he is. You see up on Merseyside they've been highly political for much longer than we have and because of their nature they live to poke the pile and have an argument and gain a reaction. This is the nature of those brought up on the banks of The Mersey. To them, and my Dad and Mam were of that tribe, they see political issues in a very different light to us down here. We've only, in the past few years woken up and began to ask why. They've been at it, up there, for the best part of sixty years. When Roger first took his first step and began his fortnightly trips to Anfield I'm guessing that whilst supping ale in The Park, The Sandon or The Arkles he must have concluded, 'they ain't the same as me'. And they ain't. They're not the same at all. Infected by all the influences that come from being brought up in a Port City and the huge influences of information brought to the docks from every corner of the World, they've become and evolved a very different sort to you and I. In short, because of the political turbulence that Merseyside has experienced for so many decades, the likes of Cardin live and breathe politics, social issues and economics in a very different way than many other places here on Blighty. And Paul is not unusual. For every Cardin sat behind a keyboard involving themselves in social affairs, there are thousands of others up there who are supping ale in an Ale House having a bloody heated row with their mates over something that we probably couldn't care less about. And this is why I call Paul a menace. And he is a menace and I'm glad that he is the way he is. I wouldn't want the lad to change. When the Twin Towers came tumbling down in New York City we down here muttered, 'that's terrible. Those poor people'. Up there, upon the banks of The Mersey, they muttered, 'that's terrible. Those poor people. Why did this happen and are we being told the truth by the media'. And that's it. This is the huge difference that exists between us and them and for every single thing that goes bloody wrong, Cardin wants to know when, how and why it happened and who bloody did it and any controversy, or an argument, a disagreement is simply food and water to him and nothing he transmits should be taken as a personal attack. It's not. It's in the mans nature to go looking for the truth, discover it and then expose it. Sadly this hugely determined blogger has discovered that discovering the truth and then exposing it is the easiest part of the journey. Getting our political leaders to accept his findings and the do something about it is an entirely different proposition. And it's this that compels Cardin to continue and very often use terse language to get his point across. It's not personal and despite the tiny fracture that Cardin has caused or generated in his writing style I'd urge all of you not to let him fall through your fingers and tap elsewhere.

If I read one more thread that involves a departing Councillor, an incoming Councillor or a failed Candidate telling me and everyone else how lessons have been learned, how from hereon Independents and Its Our County should work more closely together and try to become more pragmatic and more strategic in their thinking I'll spit phlegm. And What'smore, please stop congratulating one another, being ever so kind and gracious and saying 'I'll help you all I can' and telling me that the next time we are gifted the golden opportunity and given another chance we'll get it right and stop the Hereford Conservatives from holding on to the levers of power. Don't tell me these things anymore. Don't tell me these things now. Not now. In fact, never again. Not after the whole lot of you have buggered it all up and allowed the Conservatives to carry on with a clear mandate to do exactly what they did before when we got given a bucket of sludge and a bill for near on a hundred million pounds. No, from hereon, stop telling me that the next time everything will be different. It should have been different this time but it wasn't. It wasn't because of one simple and straightforward human failing. Ego, greed for local celebrity and a deep yearning to hold office that says, 'You are elected Councillor'. Shame on all of you that have represented Its Our County and Independents. Instead of being pragmatic and strategic thinkers now, you've all decided to do that in four years bloody time which, given my predicament, ain't a lovely thing to hear and is of no comfort to me. Why weren't you pragmatic and strategic thinking before we all went into the Polling booths knowing full well that the IOC and Independent vote would be split allowing bloody Johnson, Bramer and Morgan in through the back door. You didn't do it because you all individually wanted the prize. You wanted to become Councillors and the consequences of that decision didn't bloody matter because egos and a greed for personal glory got in the way of what was best for our home Herefordshire. And dont blame the Conservatives. It's not their bloody fault. It's yours and I'll never forgive your stupidity for thinking that in some way IOC and Independents would somehow emerge from this delusional dream, grab a hold of the levers of power and lead us all toward a more open and honest democratic future. If me and my mates down the pub could see this coming then why couldn't you? You didn't see it coming because most of you are dull, you lack imagination and you put your own personal ambitions before the greater good which was, getting rid of this vile strain of Conservativism that's had a stranglehold on all of us these past few years. And why am I qualified to be able to communicate my feelings in this way? Because I've given near on five years of my bloody time helping to give you lot a reasonable platform and a solid foundation to be able to compete with the Conservative administration. Yes, me and a bunch of others who've moaned, groaned and bloody grumbled our way through it all tapping on a bloody keyboard complaining about this, that and the bloody other. You've buggered it up. The Candidates for Its Our County and the Independents are the ones responsible for our predicament and it's all because none of you were strong enough to say what needed to be said when your respective leaders called a pre election strategy meeting enquiring, 'what shall we do to get rid of the Tory administration. You didn't say anything because you were to weak and to keen to grasp the prize and you are all to blame for the mess we are all now in. Do I bloody care what you think and what your responses might be for this bucket of phlegm I've just tipped on your heads? No! I couldn't care bloody less because I'm done wasting my time pretending to myself that there was ever any bloody point to it all. For the fourth and final time I bloody quit on my rotten stool. Quite simply I've got better things to do than waste my time helping to prepare the ground for Candidates who couldn't think for themselves and say, 'if we ain't careful we'll cut our own throats and allow the Conservatives another tenure at the helm of the good ship HMS Hereford. I've been stewing for days about this and I now feel liberated because I've poured scorn on every single Candidate who convinced themselves that 'the strategy' was the right one for this particular election. Bloody idiots the lot of you!

Your a good girl and a credit to yourself, your constituents and your Mam and Dad. You should be very proud of your achievements and despite the tear that's welling up in your eye, don't be sad. Be happy. The burden is now lifted from your shoulders and you can find other things to occupy that sharp mind of yours. You've run your course and I've most certainly finished mine and it's now time to do other things Glenda. You take care pal and don't give this sad chapter another backward glance. Learn to Fish on the Wye. Start to smoke and become a heavy drinker of ale and see where the wind blows you. Goodbye mate.

Ref. Post 198 from Councillor Chris Chappell....I'll help out and join you Chris. Anything to ease the pain. I'll buy you that pint as well. My warmest regards.

Well, I'm given to understand that when Councillor Edwards accepted his 'win' in his Ward, he stood on the winners podium and made some light hearted quip that was aimed at those amongst Hereford Voice, including me, that have previously given him a measure of ridicule and an uneasy ride. Me? I say this fella deserves to take a swipe at people like me. I fully deserve it and rather than flinch and mutter 'he's a rotter', I fully embrace his barbed comment about us on Hereford Voice and rather than retaliate I accept the blow, wish him well and congratulate him on his resistance, his thick skin and his ability to punch me back. Good for him I say. If I'd been in his shoes, I'd have done exactly the same and 'we' shouldn't complain when we get a bit back. It ain't personal. It's politics and I congratulate the fella, albeit he has helped end the career of my friend Glenda Vaughan Powell.

Hello Cambo. I am being serious. I've bugger all else to do. It'd give me something to do.

I'm being serious here. I'm not joking. I'm going to go in and, if its absolutely necessary, I'm more than happy to whip myself up into a frenzy, mount the stage, grab a hold of the handheld microphone and howl, 'I'm a sinner. I've broken at least four of the Ten Commandments that relate directly to coveting my neighbours, Ass, his home, his wife and all his other belongings and I want the blood'. I'm not joking Dippy. I am going to go in.