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The sound of a takeover by the UK
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From Chris Fairbairn.
‘WHAT’S that noise?’ my uncle Snowden La Neige asked as we crawled over the last pile of rocks just off L’Etacq in our final sortie on the fishy world that dwelt under the stones and rocks in the hope of a last feed before winter, and on the last good tide.
Well, it certainly was not the sound of lobsters giving their hiding places away, and not the sound of the population of our lovely Island asking Senator Syvret to come back, and it certainly wasn’t the pathetic sound of whistles in the Royal Square as Senator Syvret’s diminishing number of supporters protested against my new hero – William Bailhache. No, it was something far more important than those.
As I listened more carefully, I thought that it sounded as if it came from Plémont. Was it the sound of the much-publicised ‘digital switch-over’, which in some circles who live around the huge mast high on the northern cliffs (you know who) is considered to be a ploy to get us under the control of the UK government from down our TVs?
So, I suggest that the UK government has had a visit from an exiled Jersey politician who, unable to convince his fellow Islanders that the world, or in his case, the Island that still pays him £45,000 a year to play childish games is against him, has convinced Gordon Brown that Jersey should be ‘controlled’. A bit Orwellian, maybe?
Mind you, my tinnitus has been a bit lively recently – so it could well be that again.
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