Eric Pickles has ordered the Audit Commission to reverse its unwise policy of allowing councils to collect rubbish every two weeks, which has already led to a surge in the (non-human) rat population.
This spherical politician - the living embodiment of Peter Simple’s Alderman Foodbotham, "the 25-stone, iron-watch-chained, crag-visaged, grim-booted" Lord Mayor of Bradford and "perpetual chairman of the Bradford City Tramways and Fine Arts Committee" – is apparently too “regional”, and, let’s face it, too fat and too common to be wholly acceptable to our new government’s metrosexual elite.
But he strikes me as a politician from a more commonsensical age, and a splendid reminder that you can be a super-sized, below-the-salt politician from up North without being as stupid, loutish and destructive as “Lord” (God save us!) Prescott. Mind you, I suspect Pickles might prove a danger to the ozone layer after an enormous curry and few beers.
Britain would feel an altogether safer and nicer place were he to become Prime Minister. Fingers crossed!
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