There's a light-hearted approach to this column
A fairly quiet week on the meetings etc. front, which is good  because I find myself writing this in the wee-ish hours of Thursday prior to  taking myself off to Richmond, or more specifically Ham, to help out Christian  Wolmar in his bid to supplant the odious Mr Goldsmith. I pick my battles  carefully, and confidently expect Christian to be returned to Parliament in a  landslide, landmark, victory. After all, the bookies and the polls were wrong  about Brexit and Trumpton, so I’m expecting a hat trick, and I don’t even  possess a hat.
          
Saturday morning found me at Ruth Cadbury’s Brentford coffee  morning in the Watermans Park building aka Max Factor to those in the know.  Contrary to the sign which states ‘Office building to let’ and – as somebody  helpfully pointed out to me – is in danger of falling on some unsuspecting  passer-by’s head, this building is actually let with unerring Brentford logic  to a charity from South London called Stand Up For Africa. Anyway, they were  good enough to host Ruth’s coffee morning, with excellent cakes from the local  Jobot business (they do hot dogs on match days in Brook Road South, if  anybody’s peckish) and this was well attended and landed Ruth with a load of  casework (councillors too). I told the estate agent that if they don’t remove  the sign soon I will seek to have it locally listed as a heritage asset and  they claim it will be gone multi-pronto. As they are an estate agent that must  be true.
I was planning to attend the stall in Chiswick High Road  protesting the gradual dismantling of the NHS but decided to head off to  Norbiton for the by-election canvassing instead. I’d barely heard of Norbiton  but find it to be a suburb of Suburbiton. Unfortunately there was a local  outbreak of deafness which no amount of pressing doorbells or banging on doors  could cure until we came to the Street of Tories. We told them that Goldsmith  is no longer a proper Tory but they looked at us as if we had just arrived from  planet Zog (or maybe Zac).
          
          Monday evening was a session with the Friends of St Paul’s  rec at the Olde Griffin where various issues involving dogs, trees, railings,  mopeds, sunsets and calendars were discussed and many facts uncovered. Having  seen a picture of myself taken rather cruelly at Ruth’s coffee morning, my  first drink was a diet Coke and my steely resolve to put Satan, in the form of  London Pride, behind me lasted until the second drink.
          
          Tuesday evening was the AGM of the Mission Hall management  committee. I’ll wager that quite a few people in Brentford don’t even know this  community centre exists (can’t say I did until I became a councillor). An  interesting meeting – the previous chair had to stand down due to ill health (I  believe) so this was a complete rebooting with the Melvinator surviving the  coup and carrying on as vice-chair. A lot of new blood on the committee and I  hope this means this very useful building very close to the heart of Brentford  gets better used in the future. It is used at the moment, not least for the All  About Me day nursery which I mentioned in the summer, but has capacity to do  more. It belongs to the Haverfield estate so as a non-resident I was a mere  onlooker.
          
          Wednesday was the Mayor’s charity quiz at the Civic Centre.  Mayor Ajmer Grewal hosted, together with her consort, Councillor (and former  Mayor) Pritam Grewal – Prince Philip as I call him – and it was a very  enjoyable evening. Our local ‘Royal Couple’ are both most delightful people and  their enthusiasm for life is an inspiration. Ajmer is hoping to match the £67000  her hubby raised for charity in his mayoral year despite not having any  Jubilees or Olympics to help. I was in the deputy mayor’s team and we came an  exceedingly plucky 5th out of about 13 teams despite the absence of  questions about British cars of the 1950s and 60s or pop and rock before 1976,  plus our team youngster (46 I believe) going off half way through to play  badminton. No commitment.
          
          So, off to Richmond. Planning committee this evening so I will  have to try and fit in some visits, though I’m surprised that there is nothing  at all in Brentford despite all the big things in the pipeline.
Guy Lambert
December 1, 2016
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