I lift up mine eyes

Councillor Pete has found a Consultant.

But Pete’s interview with the Sutton Coldfield Observer was cautious. ‘Consultant will be appointed soon’.

Furthermore, ‘this will produce a vision of the future, it may not result in Town Centre Designs. That will be up to the developer.’

Sp Pete is going to pay for a vision.

Strange that. The Tories, age old protectors of the public purse, are splashing out on a vision. Here is the unchallenged leader of a party in power since the Ice Age, who believes he has to spend our cash on a Vision.

You have to ask what his role is in all this. Why couldn’t he have the Vision himself. What does the Consultant bring to the party? Is, perhaps, the Consultant closer to the thoughts and dreams of Mr & Mrs Sutton Coldfield than the Councillor.

Perish the thought.

So, why spend the money?

Is it the Vision thing itself? Pete hasn’t got a Vision. Pete doesn’t know how to have one. Pete is terrified by the prospect of Visions. Where would he start; what would he say; and what if it were crap?

There’d be noone to blame if Pete’s vision didn’t pass muster. The desperate poverty of ideas within in vacuous heart of our local Tory cognoscenti would be exposed for the world to see.

So we can find it within our generous selves to feel sorry for Pete and his gang. Who among us would go out of his or her way to embrace public humiliation?

And we shall await both the selection of Mr Consultant and His Vision. When we shall have the opportunity to comment. And Pete can relax. If Vision is wonderful, it’s Pete’s. If it is less wonderful, Consultant had better look out.

Would it not have been better to ask us for a Vision?

And a lot cheaper.

Nightwatchman