As any regular reader of this blog knows we love and cherish Bridge Ward Labour councillors here, particularly those of them who are not good enough to represent where they actually live. With their nice web design contracts and their £400 a day consultancy gigs they need all the help they can get and on this blog we do the best that we can to help them along. And I am told that they are duly grateful for this help.
So in a newly found tradition for this blog I feel compelled to jump to the defence of the councillor for Corder Road and Bridge, Bryony Rudkin. According to a phone tip offthat I got from one of my readers (who knows about the internal workings of the Labour group a bit more than I do) our Bryony has very probably been attacked by one of her colleagues. The bully? The master at the very expensive Ipswich School, comrade Alsdair Ross. This caller, whose motives are as pure as mine are in defending our Bryony, says that Ross made a post about Ipswich Spy complaining about councillors who turn up late and leave early. Of course he said that the main culprits were the non-Labour councillors, but there was another unnamed councillor who is apparantly famous for turning up late and leaving early, and to my shock and dismay I learned that this councillor was Bryony Rudkin.
I naturally defended our Bryony by jumping in and saying “yes, she’s done that at almost every meeting we’ve both been at” and made it clear that this despicable tipster was to retail his rumours somewhere else by forcefully telling him, “why are you telling me?” to which this knave cryptically replied “to put in your blog, you idiot.” Investigative journalism may not have lost a great talent.
So Councillor Ross if you’re going to have a go at one of Corder Road’s, Chantry’s, Bridge Ward’s councillors then do it in the time honoured way by frustrated asides after Labour group meetings with a couple of your closer friends who are likely on a Friday night to phone up irresponsible Tory bloggers; and don’t do it in your blog.
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