LibDem Voice reports that Ming Campbell has said that a referendum is not necessary on the EU Treaty.
I am going to go out on a limb and say that I agree 100% with Ming.
If you look at the items in the treaty, the idea of having a meaningful referendum debate on them is absolutely absurd:
-Double majority voting needing 55% of member states representing 65% of the population from 2014, extended to 40-50 new areas
-National veto will be maintained in the fields of foreign affairs, defence, fiscal matters, and social security and culture.
-EU President will have 2.5 year term
-EU High representative for Foreign affairs, who will be Vice-President, controlling aid budget
-Countries can still have their own foreign policy
-Reduced commission size, with rotation representation on five year basis
-Legal status for EU as a "person" but can't act beyond "competancies conferred by member states"
-Parliaments have eight weeks to examine legal proposals, instead of six
-Countries can demand re-examination of laws they feel take away their rights
-EU solidarity in the event of energy shortages
-New entrants will need to commit to promote EU values
-Right to revise treaties
Then look at what's not in the treaty which was originally envisaged for the preceding ill-fated "constitution":
-The treaty sits alongside other EU treaties rather than replacing them
-The treaty talks about "regulations" or "directives" rather than "laws"
-No flags, anthems or mottos
-UK is not part of Charter of Fundamental Rights
Come off it! The treaty is all anorak stuff. The fact that William Hague is bleating on about this speaks volumes. The treaty is detailed bureaucratic fiddling and revising.
To have a referendum on the treaty is completely nuts! Wake up!
But Ming has introduced a very sound point. A "yes" / "no" referendum on UK membership of the EU is a good idea. That would be a proper referendum. I am glad Ming has introduced that comparison in order to demonstrate why the treaty is not fundamental enough to require a referendum.
But a referendum on the treaty would be a false referendum. It would actually be turned into a referendum on EU membership but without having the correct degree of consequences if people vote "no" to membership. The result would therefore be dangerously misleading.
The reason such a referendum would be turned into something else, is because, simply, you cannot have a referendum debate with the British people on things like "Do you want the time the UK parliament considers laws to be increased from six to eight weeks?" It's far too nit-picky for a proper public debate.
People's eyes would glaze over when they see the detail in the treaty. A referendum on the treaty would be a waste of money.
Well done Ming for having the sense to reject David Cameron's ridiculous red herring of a referendum on the treaty. It is quite clear to me that the provisions of the treaty are quite obviously not fundamental enough to be called a "constitution" and therefore not fundamental enough to need, or indeed be relevant to, a referendum.
I believe Ming has been statesmanlike and mature in making this decision, in contrast to David Cameron who, in campaigning for a referendum on this bag of bureaucratic tiddly-winks, is being opportunist, ill-judged and unwise.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Uncle Sam runs out of troops
So Bush is to announce a reduction, next year, in US troops in Iraq.
But the only reason he is doing it is because the USA, bless them, have run out of troops, or will do next year if they don't radically reduce their deployments.
It's nothing to do with the Iraqi political system and its army and police force being able to take the strain. We were told that was the reason for the troops being there in the first place - to enable an orderly transition.
What a mess!
But the only reason he is doing it is because the USA, bless them, have run out of troops, or will do next year if they don't radically reduce their deployments.
It's nothing to do with the Iraqi political system and its army and police force being able to take the strain. We were told that was the reason for the troops being there in the first place - to enable an orderly transition.
What a mess!
LibDems come top in "green audit"
It is not surprising really.
The Tories have emitted quite a lot of hot air on green issues (shoe chauffeurs, Husky photo-ops etc) but it is very difficult to find a commitment amongst their verbiage.
Labour seem to have presided over a reduction in "green taxation".
So this is confirming what we know anyway, but it is very timely and gratifying to have all the main green bodies confirming that the LibDems have the greenest policies. But all the parties need to do more.
The organisations who sponsored/wrote the report were:
Camaron, Friends of the Earth, Green Alliance, Greenpeace, the National Trust, the RSPB, the Wildlife Trusts, the Woodland Trust and WWF-UK.
The Tories have emitted quite a lot of hot air on green issues (shoe chauffeurs, Husky photo-ops etc) but it is very difficult to find a commitment amongst their verbiage.
Labour seem to have presided over a reduction in "green taxation".
So this is confirming what we know anyway, but it is very timely and gratifying to have all the main green bodies confirming that the LibDems have the greenest policies. But all the parties need to do more.
The organisations who sponsored/wrote the report were:
Camaron, Friends of the Earth, Green Alliance, Greenpeace, the National Trust, the RSPB, the Wildlife Trusts, the Woodland Trust and WWF-UK.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
There may be no tidy answer to the Maddie McCann mystery
Stephen Tall and Duncan Borrowman amongst others have commented very wisely on the...I can hardly write it....Maddie McCann investigation.
As a father I really can't even think about this without getting the jitters.
Moving swiftly on, on Thought for the day this morning (below) there was an interesting observation from Tom Butler. We're all so used to watching crime mystery programmes on telly that we expect a tidy answer to the Maddie McCann mystery. It is deeply tragic, but it could be that there is never a tidy answer to this one. Ask the parents of Ben Needham.
When I was a young curate I remember being told by a neighbouring vicar, then in his eighties, of the incident which had taken place fifty years earlier which still haunted him. Then, himself a curate, he'd been responsible for the visit of a Sunday school party to the seaside. One child disappeared, and sadly the coach had to return without her. Even though she'd been in the care of her aunt, the young priest felt responsible for her, and fifty years later, no-one still knew what had happened to her, and he still grieved for her loss.
As a father I really can't even think about this without getting the jitters.
Moving swiftly on, on Thought for the day this morning (below) there was an interesting observation from Tom Butler. We're all so used to watching crime mystery programmes on telly that we expect a tidy answer to the Maddie McCann mystery. It is deeply tragic, but it could be that there is never a tidy answer to this one. Ask the parents of Ben Needham.
When I was a young curate I remember being told by a neighbouring vicar, then in his eighties, of the incident which had taken place fifty years earlier which still haunted him. Then, himself a curate, he'd been responsible for the visit of a Sunday school party to the seaside. One child disappeared, and sadly the coach had to return without her. Even though she'd been in the care of her aunt, the young priest felt responsible for her, and fifty years later, no-one still knew what had happened to her, and he still grieved for her loss.
You will understand that that story has been much in my mind during these last weeks and months as the story of Madeleine McCann missing on a family holiday in Portugal unfurls. We've all been caught up into the horror of this, and our emotions have been pulled this way and that for no-one seems to be beyond involvement in this story, from the most seemingly innocent, through suggestions of heavy handed police, and a whole army of well wishing supporters and odd eccentrics feeding the media with drops of gossip and innuendo day after day. Nor does the story seem to be abating now that the family has returned to England, and this isn't simply a media led story, for good and positive reasons we feel ourselves to be involved. We want to know what happened.
Of course if this were a fictional story at least we'd be following it in the assurance that by the time we reached the last page all would be revealed. We might be astonished with the revelation of the perpetrator of the crime and the link of events relating to the victim. But, all would ultimately be solved.
But life is no novel, and, as with my clerical friend and the Sunday school child, there may be no neat ending to the Madeleine McCann story. This isn't good news, but it's the truth. And in this family of faith, where is faith and God in all of this? We might well ask. Occasionally a superman sort of God seems to zap in and solve a tragic situation, more often the God who is present seems to be the helpless God who wept with the disciples as they sat at the foot of the cross grieving the death of his only begotten son.
"Thy Word is all, if we could spell," as the poet George Herbert put in, trying to fathom the mystery of God's ways. If we could spell. The trouble is we haven't yet learned how to.
All that rain brings a vast apple crop
BBC South tonight reported that apple growers are looking at a vintage crop this year. Loads of cider will result:
Growers are looking to produce a vintage cider season following a wet summer which produced a bumper apple crop, both in size and quality.
I was reassured to hear this. We've made a few key policy decisions Chez Walter this year. Double glazing and regularly topping up our ponds were two of them. I also resolved to do something about our apples. We were lucky enough to inherit two apple trees when we moved to our house 20-odd years ago.
Up until now, we have eaten the odd apple and swept the rest up, swearing heavily, at the end of the year.
This year, I have seized the initiative. I looked up apple picking on the web. I am regularly going out and doing a gentle lift and twist, as advised, then taking any so released fruit and wrapping it carefully in a sheet from the Guardian Saturday of Observer magazine. A nice leftish-wing wrapping for them.
We've got one tree which are eaters and one tree which are cookers. So I am having to separate them.
What has been rather disconcerting has been the overwhelming volume of apples which I have had to wrap up. I have about four big tubs safely stowed away with still loads of fruit left on the trees. Just two small trees!
And I didn't have to lift a finger to cultivate these things!
The good thing is that the eaters are certainly very good in quality - lovely and crisp.
But the whole thing has left me in awe of apple trees.
Growers are looking to produce a vintage cider season following a wet summer which produced a bumper apple crop, both in size and quality.
I was reassured to hear this. We've made a few key policy decisions Chez Walter this year. Double glazing and regularly topping up our ponds were two of them. I also resolved to do something about our apples. We were lucky enough to inherit two apple trees when we moved to our house 20-odd years ago.
Up until now, we have eaten the odd apple and swept the rest up, swearing heavily, at the end of the year.
This year, I have seized the initiative. I looked up apple picking on the web. I am regularly going out and doing a gentle lift and twist, as advised, then taking any so released fruit and wrapping it carefully in a sheet from the Guardian Saturday of Observer magazine. A nice leftish-wing wrapping for them.
We've got one tree which are eaters and one tree which are cookers. So I am having to separate them.
What has been rather disconcerting has been the overwhelming volume of apples which I have had to wrap up. I have about four big tubs safely stowed away with still loads of fruit left on the trees. Just two small trees!
And I didn't have to lift a finger to cultivate these things!
The good thing is that the eaters are certainly very good in quality - lovely and crisp.
But the whole thing has left me in awe of apple trees.
The local annual Horticultural show is just days away!
From our gardening correspondent, Flora Rusticus-Arfcut
Excitement is mounting as we approach the annual Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Show, with annual rosettes for the town’s greenest fingers.
This year there are two ladies of the female gender (Copyright: Daddies’ Sauce) amongst the final entrants. Our local Worshipful Honourableship the Lady Mayor M.Reid, despite her onerous official duties, has embellished her entry of some stunning Florafludula (check this species – it sounds like made-up nonsense – do you really know anything about gardening, you numpty? – Ed).
As if that wasn’t enough, we have another worshipful honourableship amongst the contenders in the shape Madam S Fletcher, Mayor of neighbouring Stackton-Trestle (surely “Stockton”? – Ed) (That wouldn't be funny - Flora) (It's very old anyway - are you paying royalties to Hinge and Brackett?- Ed) with an entry of such seriousness that it surely transcends your humble gardening correspondent’s descriptory description skills.
Other than those floribunduous entries, it's all the good menfolk of Blogsdon-on-Libby who are currently bent over in their greenhouses applying Babybio to their parsnips and polishing up their marrows in preparation for this year’s show.
All the entrants are listed here on the Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Society’s web site.
It seems unseemly to mention it, but that never stopped us in the past (go on, I’m interested now – Ed) but it is fair to say that this year’s vegetable and flower rosettes procedures have not been without a smidgeon of fraternal and sororal, not to mention brotherly and sisterly, controversy. There have been whisperings of disquiet over the Society’s President Sir Pass-the-Mingles Grace (Junior) (Retired). There have also been whisperings that certain revered members of the society were excluded from the final exhibits list because of their criticism of Young Sir Mingles’ handling of the mid-season radish competition.
Your correspondent is satisfied, however, after exhaustive enquiries, that there is no truth in these rumours. This organ has obtained a copy of the preliminary informal tot-ups from the judging panel’s Aspidistra expert, Professor Short, which makes it clear that local Manure Value taxation specialist, Farmer Jock Coat-Off has just as much reason to complain (which he hasn’t – preferring instead continued intense study of Manure Value taxation) (How much longer is this drivel going on – Ed?) and he didn’t whisper a word about Sir Mingles during the long season. Farmer Blogs from Norfolk did, and is also a much-missed entrant from the final judging, being a most energetic turner of the fertiliser who has produced an exceptionally high quality output of potatoes. Perhaps he needs to work on the size, quality and polish of his marrows - farbeit for me to comment. Because, as we all know, the judges love nothing more than a big, fat, shiny, firm marrow. (Come off it, you can't go on like this - you'll get us referred to the Obsecene Publications Squad - Ed)
This correspondent tips the entry from our local radio station KEEQ-AM (Pronounced “Quaequam”) who have produced a steady stream of nice big, firm, substantial….marrows. It seems a sure winner, perhaps in several categories, and most assuredly in the best-in-show class. Hopefully they have not blotted their copy-book for the best turned-out rosette too much by scrawling “PRONOUNCED MAR-ROW“ over one of their prize marrows in large black felt tip pen. After all, the judges are experts in horticultural pronunciation. Professor Short himself is expert in his terms, often baffling other society members with his abundant Latinate verbiage amongst the foliage.
A remarkable display of multi-coloured squashes has been entered by J.Bonkers Esq. He may well confound this tipster and take the Best in Show prize.
This tipster may also be confounded (spreading your bets eh? You're useless! After this crud I'm going to hire a real gardening correspondent – Ed) (But you would have to pay them money - Flora) by a remarkable entry from the local zoo-keeper F.Heffalump Esq. This entry contains an extraordinary collection of zoocchini (Geddit?!).
The King of the Long Cucumber, A.Daddy is also a strong possibility to win. What a marvellous output of beautifully crafted produce he has....er...produced.
Although a strong contender for the non-existent category of “Highest Volume Output of Medium-sized Petits Poids”, this correspondent does not expect any rosettes for Society member L.Burblings who has been pestering the judging panel day and night with small, ill-formed courgettes masquerading under the category of “Marrow”. Tut. Tut.
But as they say in gardening.....er…that’s gardening. (that's a relief, more like - Ed)
Excitement is mounting as we approach the annual Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Show, with annual rosettes for the town’s greenest fingers.
This year there are two ladies of the female gender (Copyright: Daddies’ Sauce) amongst the final entrants. Our local Worshipful Honourableship the Lady Mayor M.Reid, despite her onerous official duties, has embellished her entry of some stunning Florafludula (check this species – it sounds like made-up nonsense – do you really know anything about gardening, you numpty? – Ed).
As if that wasn’t enough, we have another worshipful honourableship amongst the contenders in the shape Madam S Fletcher, Mayor of neighbouring Stackton-Trestle (surely “Stockton”? – Ed) (That wouldn't be funny - Flora) (It's very old anyway - are you paying royalties to Hinge and Brackett?- Ed) with an entry of such seriousness that it surely transcends your humble gardening correspondent’s descriptory description skills.
Other than those floribunduous entries, it's all the good menfolk of Blogsdon-on-Libby who are currently bent over in their greenhouses applying Babybio to their parsnips and polishing up their marrows in preparation for this year’s show.
All the entrants are listed here on the Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Society’s web site.
It seems unseemly to mention it, but that never stopped us in the past (go on, I’m interested now – Ed) but it is fair to say that this year’s vegetable and flower rosettes procedures have not been without a smidgeon of fraternal and sororal, not to mention brotherly and sisterly, controversy. There have been whisperings of disquiet over the Society’s President Sir Pass-the-Mingles Grace (Junior) (Retired). There have also been whisperings that certain revered members of the society were excluded from the final exhibits list because of their criticism of Young Sir Mingles’ handling of the mid-season radish competition.
Your correspondent is satisfied, however, after exhaustive enquiries, that there is no truth in these rumours. This organ has obtained a copy of the preliminary informal tot-ups from the judging panel’s Aspidistra expert, Professor Short, which makes it clear that local Manure Value taxation specialist, Farmer Jock Coat-Off has just as much reason to complain (which he hasn’t – preferring instead continued intense study of Manure Value taxation) (How much longer is this drivel going on – Ed?) and he didn’t whisper a word about Sir Mingles during the long season. Farmer Blogs from Norfolk did, and is also a much-missed entrant from the final judging, being a most energetic turner of the fertiliser who has produced an exceptionally high quality output of potatoes. Perhaps he needs to work on the size, quality and polish of his marrows - farbeit for me to comment. Because, as we all know, the judges love nothing more than a big, fat, shiny, firm marrow. (Come off it, you can't go on like this - you'll get us referred to the Obsecene Publications Squad - Ed)
This correspondent tips the entry from our local radio station KEEQ-AM (Pronounced “Quaequam”) who have produced a steady stream of nice big, firm, substantial….marrows. It seems a sure winner, perhaps in several categories, and most assuredly in the best-in-show class. Hopefully they have not blotted their copy-book for the best turned-out rosette too much by scrawling “PRONOUNCED MAR-ROW“ over one of their prize marrows in large black felt tip pen. After all, the judges are experts in horticultural pronunciation. Professor Short himself is expert in his terms, often baffling other society members with his abundant Latinate verbiage amongst the foliage.
A remarkable display of multi-coloured squashes has been entered by J.Bonkers Esq. He may well confound this tipster and take the Best in Show prize.
This tipster may also be confounded (spreading your bets eh? You're useless! After this crud I'm going to hire a real gardening correspondent – Ed) (But you would have to pay them money - Flora) by a remarkable entry from the local zoo-keeper F.Heffalump Esq. This entry contains an extraordinary collection of zoocchini (Geddit?!).
The King of the Long Cucumber, A.Daddy is also a strong possibility to win. What a marvellous output of beautifully crafted produce he has....er...produced.
Although a strong contender for the non-existent category of “Highest Volume Output of Medium-sized Petits Poids”, this correspondent does not expect any rosettes for Society member L.Burblings who has been pestering the judging panel day and night with small, ill-formed courgettes masquerading under the category of “Marrow”. Tut. Tut.
But as they say in gardening.....er…that’s gardening. (that's a relief, more like - Ed)
The local annual Horticultural show is just days away!
From our gardening correspondent, Flora Rusticus-Arfcut
Excitement is mounting as we approach the annual Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Show, with annual rosettes for the town’s greenest fingers.
This year there are two ladies of the female gender (Copyright: Daddies’ Sauce) amongst the final entrants. Our local Worshipful Honourableship the Lady Mayor M.Reid, despite her onerous official duties, has embellished her entry of some stunning Florafludula (check this species – it sounds like made-up nonsense – do you really know anything about gardening, you numpty? – Ed).
As if that wasn’t enough, we have another worshipful honourableship amongst the contenders in the shape Madam S Fletcher, Mayor of neighbouring Stackton-Trestle (surely “Stockton”? – Ed) with an entry of such seriousness that it surely transcends your humble gardening correspondent’s descriptory description skills.
Other than those floribunduous entries, it's all the good menfolk of Blogsdon-on-Libby who are currently bent over in their greenhouses applying Babybio to their parsnips and polishing up their marrows in preparation for this year’s show.
All the entrants are listed here on the Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Society’s web site.
It seems unseemly to mention it, but that never stopped us in the past (go on, I’m interested now – Ed) but it is fair to say that this year’s vegetable and flower rosettes procedures have not been without a smidgeon of fraternal and sororal, not to mention brotherly and sisterly, controversy. There have been whisperings of disquiet over the Society’s President Sir Pass-the-Mingles Grace (Junior) (Retired). There have also been whisperings that certain revered members of the society were excluded from the final judging because of their criticism of Young Sir Mingles’ handling of the mid-season radish competition.
Your correspondent is satisfied, however, after exhaustive enquiries, that there is no truth in these rumours. This organ has obtained a copy of the preliminary tot-ups from the judging panel’s Aspidistra expert, Professor Short, which makes it clear that local Manure Value taxation specialist, Farmer Jock Coat-Off has just as much reason to complain (which he hasn’t – preferring instead continued intense study of Manure Value taxation) (How much longer is this drivel going on – Ed?) and he didn’t whisper a word about Sir Mingles. Farmer Blogs from Norfolk did, and is also a much-missed entrant from the final judging, being a most energetic turner of the fertiliser who has produced an exceptionally high quality output of potatoes. Perhaps he needs to work on the size, quality and polish of his marrows - farbeit for me to comment. Because, as we all know, the judges love nothing more than a big, fat, shiny, firm marrow. (Come off it, you can't go on like this - you'll get us referred to the Obsecene Publications Squad - Ed)
This correspondent tips the entry from our local radio station KEEQ-AM (Pronounced “Quaequam”) who have produced a steady stream of nice big, firm, substantial….marrows. It seems a sure winner, perhaps in several categories, and most assuredly in the best-in-show class. Hopefully they have not blotted their copy-book for the best turned-out rosette too much by scrawling “PRONOUNCED MAR-ROW“ over one of their prize marrows in large black felt tip pen. After all, the judges are experts in horticultural pronunciation. Professor Short himself is expert in his terms, often baffling other society members with his abundant Latinate verbiage amongst the foliage.
A remarkable display of multi-coloured squashes has been entered by J.Bonkers Esq. He may well confound this tipster and take the Best in Show prize.
This tipster may also be confounded (spreading your bets eh? You're useless! – Ed) by a remarkable entry from the local zoo-keeper F.Heffalump Esq. This entry contains an extraordinary collections of zoocchini (Geddit?!).
The King of the Long Cucumber, A.Daddy is also a strong possibility to win. What a marvellous output of beautifully crafted produce he has....er...produced.
Although a strong contender for the non-existent category of “Highest Volume Output of Medium-sized Petits Poids”, this correspondent does not expect any rosettes for Society member L.Burblings who has been pestering the judging panel day and night with small, ill-formed courgettes masquerading under the category of “Marrow”. Tut. Tut.
But as they say in gardening.....er…that’s gardening.
Excitement is mounting as we approach the annual Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Show, with annual rosettes for the town’s greenest fingers.
This year there are two ladies of the female gender (Copyright: Daddies’ Sauce) amongst the final entrants. Our local Worshipful Honourableship the Lady Mayor M.Reid, despite her onerous official duties, has embellished her entry of some stunning Florafludula (check this species – it sounds like made-up nonsense – do you really know anything about gardening, you numpty? – Ed).
As if that wasn’t enough, we have another worshipful honourableship amongst the contenders in the shape Madam S Fletcher, Mayor of neighbouring Stackton-Trestle (surely “Stockton”? – Ed) with an entry of such seriousness that it surely transcends your humble gardening correspondent’s descriptory description skills.
Other than those floribunduous entries, it's all the good menfolk of Blogsdon-on-Libby who are currently bent over in their greenhouses applying Babybio to their parsnips and polishing up their marrows in preparation for this year’s show.
All the entrants are listed here on the Blogsdon-on-Libby Garden and Horticultural Society’s web site.
It seems unseemly to mention it, but that never stopped us in the past (go on, I’m interested now – Ed) but it is fair to say that this year’s vegetable and flower rosettes procedures have not been without a smidgeon of fraternal and sororal, not to mention brotherly and sisterly, controversy. There have been whisperings of disquiet over the Society’s President Sir Pass-the-Mingles Grace (Junior) (Retired). There have also been whisperings that certain revered members of the society were excluded from the final judging because of their criticism of Young Sir Mingles’ handling of the mid-season radish competition.
Your correspondent is satisfied, however, after exhaustive enquiries, that there is no truth in these rumours. This organ has obtained a copy of the preliminary tot-ups from the judging panel’s Aspidistra expert, Professor Short, which makes it clear that local Manure Value taxation specialist, Farmer Jock Coat-Off has just as much reason to complain (which he hasn’t – preferring instead continued intense study of Manure Value taxation) (How much longer is this drivel going on – Ed?) and he didn’t whisper a word about Sir Mingles. Farmer Blogs from Norfolk did, and is also a much-missed entrant from the final judging, being a most energetic turner of the fertiliser who has produced an exceptionally high quality output of potatoes. Perhaps he needs to work on the size, quality and polish of his marrows - farbeit for me to comment. Because, as we all know, the judges love nothing more than a big, fat, shiny, firm marrow. (Come off it, you can't go on like this - you'll get us referred to the Obsecene Publications Squad - Ed)
This correspondent tips the entry from our local radio station KEEQ-AM (Pronounced “Quaequam”) who have produced a steady stream of nice big, firm, substantial….marrows. It seems a sure winner, perhaps in several categories, and most assuredly in the best-in-show class. Hopefully they have not blotted their copy-book for the best turned-out rosette too much by scrawling “PRONOUNCED MAR-ROW“ over one of their prize marrows in large black felt tip pen. After all, the judges are experts in horticultural pronunciation. Professor Short himself is expert in his terms, often baffling other society members with his abundant Latinate verbiage amongst the foliage.
A remarkable display of multi-coloured squashes has been entered by J.Bonkers Esq. He may well confound this tipster and take the Best in Show prize.
This tipster may also be confounded (spreading your bets eh? You're useless! – Ed) by a remarkable entry from the local zoo-keeper F.Heffalump Esq. This entry contains an extraordinary collections of zoocchini (Geddit?!).
The King of the Long Cucumber, A.Daddy is also a strong possibility to win. What a marvellous output of beautifully crafted produce he has....er...produced.
Although a strong contender for the non-existent category of “Highest Volume Output of Medium-sized Petits Poids”, this correspondent does not expect any rosettes for Society member L.Burblings who has been pestering the judging panel day and night with small, ill-formed courgettes masquerading under the category of “Marrow”. Tut. Tut.
But as they say in gardening.....er…that’s gardening.
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