And that was the St Elwick’s Neighbourhood Association Newsletter Podcast, brought to you by the St Elwick’s Neighbourhood Association Committee, St Elwick’s, Exeter, Registered Charity number 2835684.
Here ends the message, so to speak. Sorry to have incriminated you all. Please do stay subscribed to the podcast channel while I thrash this out. And, hopefully, the newsletter will rise again!
Susan Pellington was so relieved to receive a box of fresh fruit and veg at her front door that she reflexively flashed the delivery boy from her living room window. He was in such a hurry to go that he crashed his moped into a cherry blossom tree and spilled his bananas.
Lesley Penge on Folly Mill Avenue noticed the trellis on her back garden wall was loose when she woke up this morning and she suspects it was the result of an aborted burglary. So do watch out for that. Could have just been a fat cat of course.
They threatened to close down the ice-rink so I chained myself to a block of ice outside the foyer. But, by the time the police arrived, I was just sitting in a puddle.
I’m mounting a petition and would be grateful for your signatures. It’s pinned to my front door currently. So far, only Cathy and Jess have signed, but I think that’s because the pen on a string I put with it keeps being pinched.
As a result of being suspended from the Committee, I was automatically suspended from my position as Editor-in-Chief. I have learnt since that Gary has taken over temporary stewardship of the newsletter. I wouldn’t hold your breath for a December or January edition, frankly.
Before I knew it, he’d pulled Phil’s juggling clubs out of their wall-mountings and started throwing them at me. And Phil Mulner can juggle with four clubs…
I said,’I’d like to see you put a newsletter together’and he said, ‘A child of 10 could do it better’,then I said, ‘Is that the same child of 10 you get to write up the minutes,given the spelling errors, complete absence of apostrophes and the utterly bizarre use of a semicolon?’
Then came the sting in the tail, although it seemed I was the only one to feel it: the cheque was from the Rotary Club, signed by none other than Bridget Yapp herself!
In primary school, I was the only pupil in my class who refused to listen to Radio Jackie (for ethical reasons). To be honest, I doubt many of the other kids listened themselves - just claimed to for street cred.