In a dramatic move today, the National Association of Votes of No Confidence issued a formal statement of grievance, as headlines appeared linking it with Shaun Wright, the South Yorkshire PCC ‘This is just the sort of thing that gives votes of no confidence a bad name’ said Norman Buttle, chair of the Society. ‘Normally we’re a valued concept, although a little negative admittedly, giving people a really good avenue to vent their spleen. But this is the thin end of the wedge, we are completely devalued. A vote of no confidence in that bloody man is like voting for the sea to stay wet. Completely fucking pointless and nothing changes’.
Shaun Wright was unavailable for comment as he was busy hiding from a mob of parents wielding pitchforks and flaming torches.
Robin Armstrong is fifty and bloody feels like it. He was born and educated in Dorchester, Dorset, when Hardye’s School was more akin to Hogwarts than the office block it is now. He subsequently got lost in London for 25 years before finally finding his way back to the rural idyll in 2010
He now lives in the middle of nowhere and spends his life working and driving miles to buy a pint of milk. Any remaining time is dedicated to being a treatment resistant smoker, wine lover and occasional comedy writer. He is also a nurse, father, husband and general know-all.
He has no further ambitions in life and is allergic to IKEA and chickpeas.
