What a rum lot

THERE was an outbreak of potential politicians on the High Street on Saturday. Watching them trying to give leaflets to people who didn t really want them was the most exciting thing happening for a long time until the lorry delivering to the Co-op revers

THERE was an outbreak of potential politicians on the High Street on Saturday. Watching them trying to give leaflets to people who didn't really want them was the most exciting thing happening for a long time until the lorry delivering to the Co-op reversed into one of those little black posts.

Sometimes you wonder why anyone would want to get involved in politics. Perhaps it is the noble traditions. We went to the home of Britain's first Prime Minister, Sir Robert Walpole, on Sunday. His noble tradition included being locked up for corruption before he even got the job. Perhaps it is the chance to participate in momentous and worthwhile decisions. Like withdrawing the school bus from large areas of Fordham only to find that the minimum distance for a free bus has now been changed from three miles to two for some sections of the community. Another really bright decision we noticed on Sunday was the demolition of the public toilets at Brandon Creek. These were the only readily accessible toilets between home and Hunstanton, now they've gone. It makes you wonder if there is a political competition to find who can come up with the daftest, least voter-friendly policy. It's enough to make you reverse into a post.

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