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THE occasions on which I read something about our government and express any sort of emotion in the range between a scarcely perceptible raising of an eyebrow at one end of the scale and a gasp of disbelief at the other are few and far between these days.

WHEN he was in the Big House, some of his fellow Members used to call Gerald Voisin ‘young Mr Grace’, after the character in the sit-com about staff in a large department store – ‘Are You Being Served’, so I was told by one of that lot who was among our elected representatives at the [...]

NO matter which way you look at it, a salary of sixty-five grand a year – well over £1,000 a week – is not to be sneezed at, and I am certain that there are many (this bolshie little crapaud included) who would jump at the chance of pulling that down every week.

THERE was a time, probably when Noah was a boy, when there was a police station at the Town Hall, another one down at the Harbour that has since been converted into toilets, and the States Police headquarters was part of the old Town Arsenal, the other bit being the headquarters of the Fire Service.

TODAY’S little pearls of wisdom are that tomorrow the sun will rise in the east in the morning and set in the west in the evening.

IT’S funny how you say something and almost immediately something happens to demonstrate just how wrong you are.

RIGHT, so we now know how the ‘nice to have known you’ parting gift to former Health and Social Services boss Mike Pollard was negotiated – a cosy chat with States chief executive Bill Ogley, it seems – but who gave the nod and the wink to the States Employment Board to approve Mr Ogley [...]

THE recently released annual report of Customs and Immigration made interesting, if somewhat depressing reading, although in one very small respect it was quite amusing.

IF anyone was wondering why that lot in the Big House and their hired help have for many years given the impression that they are utterly terrified of a Freedom of Information Law, they can look no further than Jimmy Perchard’s helpful (if astonishing) disclosure to a Scrutiny panel that two senior civil servants have [...]

WE’VE all known for years that the gravy train ends at Cyril Le Marquand House and its affiliated publicly owned offices, and last week we found out where it begins – on the situations vacant pages of The Times, no less.