Harrrington's - being the collected thoughts of the Hon Sec, by way of excuse and explanation.

  There are many places I never expected to find myself but, as it were, just seemed to have popped up.  Many a time I have found myself surrounded by ill-mannered coves with more opinions than is good for anyone and considered how fate has ordained that I should have been drinks monitor at the local Temperance Gardening Society or been asked to hand out prizes to snotty nosed terrors whose only redeeming feature is that they were prepared to be teachers at our own St Audrey’s School for the ridiculously low wages we pay them.  There was the time I ended up chairing trade talks between HM Government and the Tribal Confederations of the Lincolnshire Fenlands but that was mostly because I had taken a wrong turn on the way to the Gents and, as it were, stumbled in.  All I can say is that England will never be short of a spot of Poacher to go with their crackers.   None of this set up me up to find myself on the People’s Revolutionary Cadre’s Way and Means Subco...

This must not, I repeat not, happen again.  I have spent the entire holiday weekend dealing with the gentlemen of the press, some of whose claims to gentility would test even the most generous of Herald’s inquiries.  The only thing that can be held up , in way of mitigation, is that being barricaded in the office I avoided the inevitable visit to some dreary wayside tavern to celebrate the Risen Lord with the wife’s sister and her graceless husband, a man who reminds you that charity should begin at home but in his case, it might just skip next door.  If I hadn’t been impressed by the sheer planning and plain low cunning that went in to the whole thing I might have called for names to be named and retribution to be swift and bespoke.   It all began about a year ago.   It was revealed that one the exam boards were considering allow pupils to study Heathenism as a legitimate faith in Religious Studies lessons.   I find such stories always to be avoided; i...