I write these blogs without thinking that there are people who now watch television programmes on Catch Up, I Player or recorded. So naughty me spoiled All Creatures Great and Small for a friend by inadvertently telling him the result of the cricket match in the latest edition.
Mind you we both agreed that the series is piffle. We also agreed that the match should have been declared a draw. If you haven't read my wafflings this week you won't have a clue what I'm talking about.
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Mud on the road. A sticky subject at the best of times. When I was working as a press officer for Norfolk Police we received a huge number of calls from the Media over the years on the subject. In rural areas it is an emotive subject.
New Road in Hethersett has a wide scree of mud at the moment on both the road and the path. Some people feel that we get worked up unnecessarily about mud on the road - after all we live in a rural area.
But just because we live in the country doesn't give farmers the right to drop a thick film of muck. It looks unsightly but more importantly it is dangerous. When it rains the mud turns into a sticky gloop that becomes very slippery and dangerous.
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Last night there was a television drama entitled The Trick. Many of the scenes were shot at the University of East Anglia. I'm not going to go into the plot or what happens as readers may have recorded it to watch later.
One interesting aside is that a Norfolk police officer Detective Superintendent Julian Gregory who is portrayed in the drama by Justin Salinger is a real life former policeman whom I had the pleasure to work with and who is one of my Facebook friends. Julian was/is a top guy.
So I had a look at Justin Salinger to see if there was a resemblance and there wasn't. It must be very strange having somebody play you as if you are a fictional character. I'd be asking - does he sound like me? Did I really say those things? etc etc. Dramas often change the names of real people.
I bet this was a surreal experience for the real Julian.
For some reason today I recollected the most stupid question I ever faced from a journalist. We were doing some publicity on the anniversary of the discovery of the headless body from Cockley Cley, a celebrated Norfolk mystery. Please at this point remember the phrase "Headless Body."
The body, which was that of a woman, was found in August 1974 at Cockley Cley near Swaffham. As far as I know it has never been discovered although there was some suggestion it might be that of an Escort from Great Yarmouth known as The Duchess.
A journalist asked me something along the lines of: "With the improvement in scientific techniques have you not checked against dental records."
Now you don't have to be a detective to work out the stupidity of this question. I will just leave it at that.
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Today a decision will be made on whether another 200 homes can be built in our village. This is a bit different to the usual application. Over 1,100 homes had previously been approved and many of them have already been built.
But one phase of development saw the developers use less land than they anticipated. As a result they put in an application to build another 200 houses.
Foul cried some local people. They shouldn't be allowed to cram houses in and then apply to put even more on a piece of land, others commented.
There was of course a sweetener. Developers offered £150,000 for medical facilities which certainly won't build a new health centre and it very soon could be dead money.
I am not a businessman but I have done some basic maths and would be delighted to be corrected if this is completely wrong.
Let's say building a house costs £100,000 (and I bet it's a lot less than that) and houses sell for an average of £300,000. That makes a profit of £200,000 per home and a total profit of £40 million. And out of that the village is offered a paltry £150,000. Please tell me if my maths is wildly out?
Our parish council and our district councillors are all against this additional 200 but I reckon it's a done deal.
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Finally today as promised some more forest shots from North Norfolk. These were taken around Weybourne Heath and Sheringham Park.