Richard Baum

Last night was a meeting of the officers of the local party Executive, which progressed nicely until the lights went out and for a brief few moments was conducted using the light from my computer’s monitor.

Tonight I am out and about obtaining signatures from residents willing to sponsor our candidates to stand in the elections on May 1st. If a candidate wants to stand in a ward, ten people from that ward have got to sign saying that they sponsor the application. This isn’t a problem, but actually completing the form is proving challenging…

I attempted it on Tuesday night, but had to abandon my efforts after a few goes when I realised I’d filled in the form wrong. There was a sorry scene on a steeet in Bury of a Councillor almost crying on a strange and far away pavement after a hard day at work.

Obviously, being anything to do with officialdom, the form is the most excessively complicated procedure imaginable, with signatures and accompanying detail having to be presented precisely as requested or else deemed null and void. I made the cardinal error of printing out the names in the wrong way. So now I have the unfortunate choice between having to find new signatories, or going back to the old ones and asking them to do it again.

Whoever said a Councillor’s life was all glamour. parties and fine living was telling big lies.

Rick