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The real Borsetshire Echo: 60 years of class struggle in Ambridge
Should we feel sorry for Rob Titchener: Poll Result
We asked if Ambridge Socialist readers felt sorry for Rob Titchener. 13% of you did. However 54% did not feel sorry him while 33% backed a hard line, answering yes to ‘where’s the piano wire’?
Location Ambridge: Protest called as Kirstie Allsopp opens village fete
The Ambridge Socialist called a protest as well-known Tory Kirstie Allsopp was set to open the Ambridge Village Fete on Sunday.
Allsopp made her name on programmes like Location, Location, Location
Allsopp told the Radio Times in 2013 that she was a union basher, anti-comprehensive schools and friend of commentator Toby Young
The protest gathered on the Village Green at 8.30am on Sunday morning with a view to making sure that Allsopp got a traditional Ambridge welcome.
Ambridge Socialist Editor Keith Flett, the big issue in Ambridge at the moment is the threat of a new road and changes that the new owners of Borsetshire Land plan for the area. This is not the location either for Tories or Kirstie Allsopp
In other news
It was John Tregorran’s funeral on Friday. The Ambridge Socialist last week saluted him. His partner Carol has returned to Ambridge and is being played by Eleanor Bron. After the new Tony Archer the arrival of another fine actor in the village can only be a good thing, and a further blow to the Castism of the self styled Archers Anarchists
The Guardian, Wednesday 23 July 2014
Fallon, the landlady’s daughter at The Bull, has become a professional stripper, egged on by PC Burns, the singing detective, who has spotted there is money to be made selling distressed whatnots back to the people who gave them away in the first place. Kirstie Allsopp (or “Kirstie Allsopp! No!” as Susan Carter put it), the Gypsy Rose Lee of strippers, will open the Ambridge fete on Sunday and, one fears, encourage Fallon on this downward path.
All this is disturbingly reminiscent of Syrie Maugham, an interior designer between the wars, who stripped, painted, pickled and crackled furniture like a thing possessed. Her husband Somerset Maugham complained that if you turned your back, she would pickle the sideboard. The marriage, for one reason or another, did not thrive.
On the subject of hopeless husbands, you never saw such a wrong ‘un as Rob Titchener in all your puff. He could, as Wodehouse said, hide at will behind a spiral staircase; conger eels could take his correspondence course. And no one in Ambridge suspects a thing. However, this month Rob’s mother, a nice if nonplussed woman, rang and, when Helen answered, was shocked to hear they were engaged. Galvanised, Helen arranged a getting-to-know-you dinner. Salmon, lamb, hazelnut meringue. Lovely. It was, therefore, a bit of a blow when the Titcheners failed to show. “Maybe you think I didn’t even invite them?” huffed Rob. That is precisely what we all think, you lying hound. Look, if that hazelnut meringue is going begging …
Meanwhile, there is a lot of throbbing in the Orangery at Lower Loxley, where Roy continues to declare his passion for Elizabeth, though his wife is waiting at home with his favourite fish pie. Elizabeth, conversely, has begun to regret sleeping with the staff.
Back to the land. Tony Archer has bought a beautiful new bull: “Straight back, perfectly proportioned, and a self-replacing index of 58!” I was going to say thank God, at least there’s no sex involved here. But, on second thoughts, I think there may be.
A month in Ambridge returns on 20 August