Blogger me!

I confess to have been completely gobsmacked by the spiteful political attacks on the character of Alan Gloak. I am convinced he will be vindicated by the appropriate bodies. This is a man who works tirelessly for local causes. Without his personal initiative Glastonbury would not have a new 3G mast. Somerset County Council invested heavily in the project at Alan's behest. We are convinced he was right. Charity ought to be his midle name. I have always found him most generous on our journeys to the Vendee. I know he wouldn't take a singe centime from public funds without a very good reason. His voluminous and chatty blog tells of his many exploits and is always up to the minute and on the ball. Alan can rest assured that I intend to back him up the hilt in his struggle against the opposition dinosaurs. His instinct may be to turn the other cheek but I believe it will bottom out. Talking of which, the cross channel property position is very much one for consideration right now - and, as ever, I am happy to help.

Hi Kev!

Alan tells me that this is a photograph of Kevin Lavery's private parts - Kevin is the new Chief Executive of Cornwall. What a wag, our Alan is ! But I hope he's not suffering from sour grapes. I did a little checking. It doesn't look a bit like Kevin. In fact I rather think I met Kevin when he was Chief Executive in Newcastle. Mind you the man has got quite exceptional experience. He's done a couple of inner London boroughs and a spell at Kent too. And he also has a track record in the private sector too, holding down a proper job at BT (wasn't that where we all heard Alan was off to a while back? I wonder what went wrong?) Anyway it doesn't matter because at least Alan hasn't lost his sense of humour and I greatly look forward to some more jolly twinning trips with Alan and that very lovely foreign lady with the name I can never pronounce let alone spell. Burgit was it? Nice smile. Good legs. Loads of energy too. I love our little jaunts. It is a golden opportunity to check the state of the housing market for my satisfied clients. Meanwhile lets all get a good look at the chap who beat our cherished Chief Executive in Cornwall. When Kevin was at Serco someone gave him a video camera. Its not a bad idea. Alan should get one too.

On his bike

It is good to see our Chief Executive looking so spry these days. Perhaps a short break on the Cornish riviera enlivened his spirits. Now he is safely back in the fold and weaving his Golden Web over all our endeavours! Well done Alan. We're glad you outshone the opposition, bamboozled the panel with your wisdom, but kept the faith with Somerset. You know you can rely on our support. The top saddle is yours for keeps. Ride on regardless. And if you should ever need a tad of advice about continental property.......

What we are really here for

My, what a display! Back from Bournemouth to Taunton and just popping in to County Hall was I, when the new array of most impressive posters graced my gaze. The theme is so apt and accurate - our splendid County Council is providing services for life. Here are smiling faces and real issues. This is no empty shell of a campaign. It cost a great deal of public money and it will not only beautify the walls of our buildings it will also inspire all within them. Providing for life is exactly the kind of ethical goal that I have always followed in my banking career. Of course I am also able to help provide excellent property opportunities in La Belle France. And, recently, I have discovered some information on a sure-fire trans-atlantic investment which I am happy to recommend. This company was formed by two brothers with vision and integrity. I think the firm is really going places

Moving the deckchairs

Those with a taste for improving foreign relations will be interested to learn that the jewel of the Dorset coast (and venue for my party's current annual conference) is twinned with Lucerne in Switzerland, Netanya in Israel and - soon - Santa Monica in the USA. Such decisions were made by the burghers of Bournemouth, but in my opinion this is internationalism gone too far. The best twins are with the closest neighbours. And France takes a lot of beating. Taunton is twinned with Lisieux, Frome with Chateau Gontier, Wells with Paray Le Monial. Truly excellent choices with first class rental opportunities for those canny souls who avail themselves of the current bargain property investments. Permit me to offer my wealth of advice on these important matters soon. You too could realise the value of twinning. As that great champion of Europe Jacques Delors once said: "Twinning schemes are the cement in the foundations of Europe. They are, first and foremost, a sign of the urge that ordinary people and their locally elected representatives feel to play their part in the building of Europe. They are, too, a way of grounding exchanges between partner towns in the rich soil of different traditions and cultures and thereby nurturing that diversity which is the glory of our continent."

Vive Cornwaille!

When I was a boy I used to go paddling in the rock pools at St Ives. The memories are as vivid today as they were then. I can still smell the alluring aroma from the cafe on the front, and feel the tang of the salt water spray upon my face No wonder Cornwall has such a magentic appeal to so many artists, holidaymakers and talented public servants. Those who peddle in rumour are now saying that our very own and much cherished Chief Executive may soon be heading down the A30, not stoppping til after Indian Queens. All I can say is Bon chance Alan! If rumours become reality you will love it there. The people are friendly once you get to know them. They accept you after a couple of generations. True Cornishmen are stocky and diminutive in stature. At least you have a natural advantage in the latter department. I always feel close to the county's heritage and Breton roots. Perhaps it is the granite. But certainly there are far more property bargains to be had in Brittany just now. Imagine Cornwall with even greater beauty and far fewer traffic jams. Imagine Cornwall where the food is always special and the the welcome entirely genuine. That's Brittany. Give me a call for impartial advice, anytime