The more pompous of our civic ceremonies taking place today, Friday the 19th May,
will see not only the usual guilt-edged injection of a new mayor, but another type of coronation.
Mustapha Atkin, our brigadier of brilliance, barrage of babble and blunderbus of ideas, will be charged as high vizier of planning and god of fire.
Decades have passed, crises transpired and all our crosses have been borne. Council leaders have come and gone – for better and for worse -, as history does, as history does, imparting both fury and mercy, upon our great little town.
Yet in the summary of this transient chaos, one invariable and underlying truth still persists: “Atkin’s got planning and Atkin’s got fire.”
Underneath him the officers know how to work – Hard! It is said that with vacant eyes and arched backs the words on their trembling lips can be heard bouncing from the breezeblock down at Riverside. As they march their sorry soles to the next briefing, dragging their humbled-hides for the next tanning, they whisper….
“Please Can I Get a Transfer From Planning?”
This is a seamless continuity that underpins the gravitational laws of the council, an anchorage of stability, a beacon of progression and a vision of hope.
A blanket of comfort for the town and its folk, and a model for all those who are disposed to aspire:
“Atkin’s got planning and Atkin’s got fire.”