This Editorial at a Glance:

• Toad Hall the Myth and the Reality;

• A Delusional Letter from a Clerk – An Analysis.

Dear Reader,

Picture the Scene at Toad Hall.

The tranquil lake; the Windmill, its sails creaking, whirling, and clanking in the wind as it grinds the daily corn of life; the hens pecking at the prolific worms; the ducks all in a row, marching hither and thither in their loud purposelessness; the Swans gliding serenely and majestically by with their untidy cygnets trailing in their wake and in the distance the Farmer with his shotgun the omnipotent dispenser of good order and discipline.

What could be more tranquil? What a bucolic scene which would have made even Constable pause and paint.

But all is not well at Toad Hall indeed below the surface of this pastoral scene and in its misleadingly tranquil lake all is not well.

There is great turmoil below the surface as one pike devours another in this apparently tranquil pond driving even the most peaceful of creatures to slither into the hiding rushes at the lake bank.

Although having the reputation as cannibalistic sometimes preying upon smaller members of their own species the Northern pike is more accurately seen as a pest who preys on toadies and the mouse like.

From time to time ducklings and cygnets have become targets for a hungry pike because of their perceived ego at the top of the food chain which requires regular refreshment but it must be said even pikes have a healthy respect for the fighting prowess of an enraged Swan.

Whilst pike generally have a self-inflated reputation for being overtly vicious predators they are more usually dismissed as a tiresome pest by the Farmer.

The pike however is not alone in this predatorial ecosystem which exists at Toad Hall.

There is the ever lurking sly fox with his frolicking vixen who believes that he is the master of all he surveys indeed all these predators believe that they are solely and exclusively at the top of their respective food chains and indeed they are, and if they but knew it are also potential predatory victims themselves, that is until that ruddy Farmer makes his regular appearance.

The Farmer knows his sly Fox well who greedily eyes his hens and ducks whilst he plots their delicious demise and is seen from time to time gambolling outside his den on a sunny day with his ever loving sycophantic cubs who will inevitably one day challenge his ‘leadership’ after his lessons of cunning field craft and artful dodgery  have been well learned by them.

The day draws nearer…

The Farmer has the luxury of waiting for his moment, and can while he waits when the mood is upon him, amuse himself by shooting his double bore into the air and watching while the Fox in a panic, dodges helter skelter for cover all the while placing his cubs between himself and Farmer because he cannot be too sure when the day will come when the fateful mood is upon the Farmer to rid himself of this pest.

In the meantime the chuckling Farmer turns on his heel and strides away always sure and certain that that day also draws ever nearer when he will have the last laugh.

Meanwhile regaling his tales in the Farmer’s Arms of this faux pastoral harmony at Toad Hall with great gales of crude laughter and mirth.

In the meantime back at the real Toad Hall the ‘vexatious truth’ continues to emerge. The Pikes have been caught and driven from the lake and the only the sly Fox remains, for the moment.

But in the telling of the tales of the Pikes at Toad Hall which raised ‘Wonderwoman’ to stardom the Bugler can feel free at last to relate the whole rural tale which also involved the Swans.

Now Swans, which belong to the Sovereign, display a great air of majesty and serenity as they go about their courtly business and all Farmers learned many years ago to treat Swans with great courtesy and respect.

It is an unwise or unfortunate Farmer, or more usually the village idiot, who contemplates a Swan’s serenity, majesty, and courtliness as sure signs of weakness.

A long time ago the Bugler, who was a Farmer, and familiar with Swans found himself quite by chance on the receiving end of a mistaken Cob Swan’s ire.

This Swan, or as Lancashire Folk daintily and accurately describe it, had a ‘cob on’ because he thought a loose dog belonged to the Bugler and in defending his brood he vigorously attacked and though the Cob might not be a regular farmyard bruiser they are nevertheless when aroused awe inspiring to watch in their anger.

With much intimidating serious hissing and with wings extended(which are capable of breaking many a limb) this Cob trundled forward with his serrated beak extended intent on serious harm that only a fool would stand his ground before and many a wiser man would retreat from with respect…

Meanwhile back at the ranch, as ‘cowboys' are wont to say, and some time ago on a fateful day at Toad Hall a loose dog strayed too near a ‘bevy’ of Swans in Human Resources at SHQ.

It was an expensive and terminal error of his judgment.

This ‘dog’ Hamilton had the obnoxious habit, of many obnoxious habits as we have seen, of regularly bullying his Swans close up with his finger in their faces and on many occasions reducing individuals to tears over the most minor of errors or misdemeanours.

Of course the chief clerk knew and tacitly approved of this style of ‘management’ because there is little sense in keeping a dog and not allowing it to bark on your behalf, is there?

So on this particular day Hamilton was as usual enjoying his bullying, as bullies do, picking on the innocent and most vulnerably weak as their ‘prey’,  which is their dysfunctional raison d'etre.

Revolts and revolutions are historically the product of the ‘final straw’ syndrome and this was Hamilton’s ‘final straw' day.

This ‘bevy’ of Swans in HR having stood just so much as human nature should stand, could stand it no more and decided to have a collective hissy fit of revolt.

They decided that enough was enough, and the only question which remains unanswered is whether or not Hutchinson, who was the so called manager of Human Resources led the revolt which rapidly broke out during Hamilton’s accustomed tirade.

It was unlikely that Hutchinson led the hissy fit because as we know Hutchinson only ever looks after Hutchinson and is only the ‘boss’ , as this revolt was to demonstrate, if her colleagues allowed her to be.

Such are the realities of female politics in such an environment.

Clearly the Swans in HR had simply had enough of Hamiliton and his bullying and racist antics and ACO Russel was summoned by one of them to the HR office.

It seems in the simplicity of such a face off that a very brief alternative was presented to Russel from the down-tooled hissing Swans.

It was that either Hamiliton went, or they went, and it was indeed a very wise young man who retreated from the hissing Swans and who subsequently marched Hamilton off the SHQ premises never to return…

But as we have seen Hamilton received his 2 years worth of bags of corn as a ‘reward’ from DeMolfetta and Mattinson all approved by CFO Kenny, a ‘reward’ which was  provided to them by the taxpaying Farmer to cover up this huge embarrassment.

Perhaps the Farmer in his bucolic setting might have had a better and more permanent solution?

It is to this preservation of a ‘safe & happy environment’ which this clerk refers in his delusional letter to the Bugler; safety and happiness to which he has contributed in his 2 emails to all his staff at SHQ by threatening the Swans later that he would sack every last one of them if they assisted the Bugler in his ‘vexatious’ quest for, or ‘slanderous’ exposure of, the Truth.

Perhaps this clerk would be wise to learn the lesson of Hamilton from the Swans? For the  clerk’s  delusional letter. Go Here.

A short time ago when FSV-RRB and his two witnesses visited SHQ by appointment to recover a copy of his PRF after 5 years obstruction the Readers will surely recall the ludicrous pantomime of this visit in which this clerk Warren volunteered in a fantasy charade to break down Harold’s(the LFRS solicitor) door to obtain this PRF which he informed the world was locked in there.

Of course everyone knew it was lying on his own desk all the while.

This clerk, as we shall see, suffered another aberrational ‘recollection’ when it came time to hand over FSV-PRJ’s PRF to his authorised messenger the Bugler, during a series of minor meetings, at which he was not present, nor even in the building.

But that will be reported separately as a follow up to this particular saga under Current Affairs where, as ever, he leaves a trail of embarrassment behind for the LFRS which one day soon they will have to publicly explain.

This clerk’s antics mirror the ‘Secret Life of Walter Mitty’ with its hallucinatory inventiveness where falsehood and imagination blend into an unreal vividly hilarious fantasy of life within an already embarrassed LFRS which bears little relationship to reality.

Walter Mitty, a fictional character, was defined in the American Heritage Dictionary as "an ordinary, often ineffectual person who indulges in fantastic hapless daydreams of personal triumphs" .

There is however a darker and more sinister characteristic underlying this perpetual fiction where Mitty even in his heroic daydreams, does not triumph, finally dying in front of a firing squad.

There is a natural resonance and metaphorical analogy in what is currently happening within the LFRS over PRF’s as the grasp of the reality of Truth and evidence slips from this clerk’s grasp into a bog of unprincipled of narcissism.

When FSV-RRB and his witnesses left the LFRS SHQ with his copy of his PRF informed sources reported that the clerk had subsequently spread, and was spreading malicious innuendo, that these three visitors to SHQ had comported themselves with ‘unpleasant and aggressive’ demeanours which is once more all rather fantastic because in Truth, two of the three persons involved never actually spoke and the 3^rd FSV-RRB spoke with this clerk in the most perfunctory monosyllabic of tones during which no courtesy, pleasantries, or indeed common politeness were offered by the clerk to the visitors.

In his recent diatribe clearly the product of panic and further fantasy this clerk unsurprisingly alleges that the Bugler, once more, misconducted himself at SHQ yet he offers no copies of complaints from the three LFRS individuals involved to support his baseless assertions nor does he explain or refer to the conviviality of the dialogue in which the Bugler engaged in his office with ACO Russel?

Walter Mitty did not end up in front of a firing squad after all it seems, at least not for the time being.

This clerk has of course in his fantasia to provide a dramatic platform to justify and explain his apparition of muscle flexing over circumstances which he, as a civilian, has neither control nor command.

Not content with seizing complete power from his Chief Fire Officer now it seems he is going to seize it also from the new Clerk to the CFA Nolan who, even though a fellow civilian, technically outranks him.

When one reads this latest make-believe, in the same genre as threatening to sack anyone mentioning the Bugler, it really is difficult to treat the whole epistle with any degree of serious credibility.

In point of fact one is not even inclined to bother but because there are undemocratic undertones which must be challenged one is wearisomely duty bound to do so.

Perhaps this is best addressed with a simple afterthought question?

Who does this clerk really think he is in the Public world of a practising democracy which the remainder of us inhabit?

He is a public, though minor servant, paid by the Taxpayers to serve us and if he actually believes he has the power to prevent a law abiding Citizen from entering a publicly owned Fire Station or a Public CFA meeting then there must be serious questions raised concerning his mindset and general suitability for public office.

It from such unseemly substance, if tolerated, that dictators are allowed to proliferate.

Why does the Public need 25 Elected Members on the Fire Authority if they have him?

Probably in commerce he would have made an excellent barrow boy but he is not in private commerce is he?

As usual total power, as he sees himself, has corrupted totally and as time advances the Public embarrassment he clearly is will simply become unbearable to the deteriorating image of the LFRS UK and worldwide and he will have to go.

Before leaving this literary tripe there is a Freudian slip which jumps off his page in which he refers to ‘the public gallery’.

A Freudian slip , also called para praxis, is an error in speech, memory, or physical action that is interpreted as occurring due to the interference of an unconsciously subdued wish, conflict, or train of thought .

This is usually by a dynamically repressed and misguided ego and its  misinterpretation of the generally recognised ‘rules’ of correct civilised behaviour and in particular for an event to happen, or not to happen.

For example the following…

As Readers know superficially and they shall all know more in detail in the foreseeable future, strange things where this clerk is concerned have been known to occur in a ‘public gallery’.

For example, in the gallery of the County Court involving himself, Harold, Lister, Drinkall, Judge ‘Nelson’ Butler and six objective Witnesses and no doubt in his para paxis this clerk wishes that this nightmare will just go away but of course it will not and neither will the exposure of his criminal activities in the County Court until the 'vexatious' Truth emerges for Public scrutiny and justice and fair play are properly served…