Bad puns

Monday was Full Council, which turned into quite a hostile debate on a number of issues. The mood in the Chamber was bad, so I didn’t get to do my pun about the Appointment and Conditions of Service Ctte report about from tiny ACOS, mighty oak trees grow.

There was also a report about the Gambling Act, and how it will affect Nottingham, with reference to the Local Authorities Co-ordinators of Regulatory Services, so we also nearly had mighty oak trees growing from tiny LACORS, too.

But given how my attempt at levity in the incinerator debate went down – my few words on the irony of standing in a roasting chamber filled with hot air and heated debate whilst talking about an incinerator met with stony silence – it’s probably just as well I didn’t get to my feet any earlier.

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