It is time to end this.
In its present form in its current manifestation. Mitchellsfotosucks is no more. It ends here.
It is the 50th issue. It has afforded its creator no little amusement. One hopes the reader is at very least still there.
The first piece, and the name derived from the attempt to move Walmley Cricket Club amid – it seems a very long time ago. Gordon was in his pomp then, we had visions of a modest victory in a snap election banishing Cameron to a footnote in the history of the noughties.
If only.
Its not so brilliant now. Although Mitchell continues to flatter to deceive. Continues to flatter anyway. Gordon is undeniably limping and the economy is stampeding south. Certainly not a lot to celebrate.
Yet….
Dr Pocock is unfazed. We are marching into the autumn ready to assault the senses of the good burghers of the fair town with our views on Town Centre Renovation, not to mention Parking, Rubbish and Railways. ~Before we get to dangerours road junctions.
And Birmingham council excelled themselves featuring the green credentials of Birmingham Alabama. Six hundred thousand times.
So there is hope.
But any small victories here are going to require a measure of application. Perhaps fripperies such as regular blogs are not to be compared with pounding sodden streets or hitting the keys to reveal our sorely tried supporters currently in hiding somewhere in Sutton.
So, for the present. Its goodbye.
But.
Be very afraid. And stay tuned.
There may in time be a resurrection.
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Nightwatchman
