Suddenly everyone cares...

There's not an election in the offing, is there? Stupid, I know there is. A poll card dropped through my letter box this morning followed shortly after by a newsletter from NHS Barnet and a newsletter from the Met's Burnt Oak Team.

I particularly enjoyed this passage from the police newsletter:

Officers then searched the store and its surrounding area and as a result there was a very positive outcome. In the alleyway behind the store PC Gunnell found three large bags of cannabis.

Yes, it would make my day too. (Only joking... never touch the stuff.)

And, of course, last Friday there was that Important Message From The Leader of Barnet Council. Whatever the merits and demerits of the case he makes about stroke services, the assiduous delivery of this letter (when I haven't seen Barnet First for a year), coinciding with an article about it on the front page of the Barnet Press, can only be interpreted as a blatant piece of PR mongering on behalf of Mike Freer.

Of course, he is not standing in the European elections or a council by-election; he has a longer term ambition. But the day when he'll know whether the ripe plum of a Westminster seat is about to drop into his lap draws nearer. Only the voters of Barnet (well, Finchley and Golders Green, actually) can stop him sinking his teeth into its soft, juicy flesh...