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Three startling views from aeroplanes...the Grand Canyon, Siberia and London

In this blogposting…
*The World: A Truckshunter Geography
*The Message of the Bells
*AGM XXVIII
The world, you’ll find, is your oyster…

THE WORLD: A TRUCKSHUNTER GEOGRAPHY
Let’s begin this new venture with a deafeningly loud round of applause for the Republic of South Sudan, which - as of 11 July 2011 - is the world’s newest country.

Here are some facts about the Republic of South Sudan.

It has a population of about 6.7m who live in an area of 619,745 sq km.

And that’s about it, really. Two dry statistics which tell us only the very basic basics about this newly independent territory and which remind me of the kind of geography we were taught at school: area, population, capital city, main industries, exports and imports and er…. Bob's yer uncle.

Not only do textbook facts like these tend to be on the soporific side of boring, but they also tell us next to nothing that we’d really like to know about the country in question. They certainly don’t quench our traditional truckshunter sense of curiosity and wonder.

Back, for example, to the Republic of South Sudan. What are the words of its National Anthem? What is its favourite comedian? What’s at Number One in the South Sudanese Top Twenty? What language(s) do they speak there and how do you count from one to ten in it/them?

Does it have a teenage pregnancy problem? What’s its highest mountain called? What kind of films do they watch and who’s their favourite film-star? Was anyone famous born there - even before it became the Republic of South Sudan?

Do its citizens like it? What’s the weather like, generally speaking? Should we go there for a holiday? What do they eat and drink there?

As far as I’m concerned, it’s stuff like that makes Geography such an interesting subject.

Which is why I’ve decided to launch our very own ‘alternative geography’ - a skewed or sideways look at the 193 member states of the United Nations. Our Truckshunter Geography will follow the wayward trail laid down by Paul and me on the Blue Bus programme and maintained on The Nightshift - namely, there’s always more than one way of looking at a subject AND you can make anything sound interesting if you try hard enough.

I’ve already started my ‘research’, in an informal kind of way, and have made some thought-provoking, if fairly trivial, discoveries. There are no farms at all in Singapore, Vatican City, Monaco or Nauru. Fully 50% of the population of Uganda is under 14. The people of Papua New Guinea speak over 800 languages between them. Turkey has lost more wars than any other country on Earth.

And once you start, it's well-nigh impossible to stop.

Hungarians refuse to eat oats. The English drink 23 times more tea than the Italians. Taiwan and Luxembourg are the only countries in the world where there are more mobile phones than people. And amongst Australia’s annual sporting events there’s a Cockroach World Championship, a Nude Olympics, a National Pig Race and a Beer-Can Regatta...

Now that’s what I call real geography.

We’ll be starting our survey of The World As We See It in a couple of weeks’ time with the country that comes first alphabetically on the UN’s list: Afghanistan.

You may think that it would be virtually impossible to find anything truckshuntery to say about that unhappy country - but you’d be surprised. There’s a lot more to Afghanistan than perennial conflict, big shaggy dogs and opium poppies.

Feel free to join in. Google can provide you with a list of UN sovereign states. After that, it’s up to you to dig up some ‘Well I never!’ facts about them as we go along.

Like….the first country to give women the vote was New Zealand (in 1893)...Tonga once issued a postage stamp in the shape of a banana…I could go on. And I intend to.

And you never know; in a few months we could have a best-selling 'airport' book on our hands, packed with the irresistible lure of the trivial and the unexpected - grist to out truckshunter mill.

Together, we can show how weird and peculiarly fascinating our world is.

Or we can try.

THE MESSAGE OF THE BELLS
This list of mottoes inscribed on English church bells - collected by a man called John Potter Briscoe for an 1883 book called Curiosities of the Belfry - has been sent to me by yet another anonymous emailer. I rather like it…

*Fear God and obeai the Qwene (Artlingworth, Northamptonshire, 1589)
*Arise and go about your business (St. Ives, Cornwall)
*I ring at six to let men know
When too and from thair worke to goe (Coventry, West Midlands, 1675)
*A trusty friend is harde to finde (Passenham, Northamptonshire, 1585)
*Bee not wise in your owne conceits (Yardley Hastings, Northamptonshire, 1723)
*Labour overcometh all things (Glentham, Lincolnshire, 1687)
*Rejoice with them that do rejoice and weep with them that weep (Orlingbury,
Northamptonshire, 1843)
*When you die
Aloud I cry (Owmby, Lincolnshire, 1687)
*I call the quick to church and dead to grave (Calstock, Cornwall, 1773)
*When you hear this mournful sound
Prepare yourselves for underground (Hough-on-the-Hill, Lincolnshire, 1683)
*Mankind, like us, too oft are found
Possessed of nought but empty sound! (Bakewell, Derbyshire, 1798)

AGM XXVIII
Our next AGM will take place at 1100 on Wednesday 24 August at the Tanfield Railway, on the road between Sunniside and Stanley.

It’s the only place to be seen that day.

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Three genuine signs posted on a wonderful website called Illiterate Britain. I once drove over one of those warnings painted directly onto the road; in nice, big letters it said SOLW...

In this blogposting…
*Seven Stories
*A Brief History of Time
*The Cuthbert Gospel: Part Two
*AGM XXVIII
Now go forth and…

SEVEN STORIES
A friend recently reminded me of the clever joke built in to the name of the Centre for Children’s Books in Newcastle - ‘Seven Stories’. Every work of fiction ever dreamed up apparently fits into one or more of the seven categories listed below - the basic ‘seven stories‘ of all fiction.

I’ve tried to think of a book I’ve read - fiction, of course - that doesn’t conform to these types, and can’t.

Can you?

1 Cinderella
Unrecognised virtue at last recognised. It's the same story as the Tortoise and the Hare. Cinderella doesn't have to be a girl, nor does it even have to be a love story. What is essential is that the good is despised, but is recognised in the end - something that we all want to believe.

2 Achilles
The Fatal Flaw. The ‘hero’ has every virtue and/or power imaginable - except one, which becomes his/her downfall. This is the basis for almost all classical tragedy, although it can be comedy too, as in the old standard Aldwych farce. Even Superman falls into this category!

3 Faust
The Debt that Must be Paid; the fate that catches up with all of us sooner or later.

4 Tristan
That standard triangular plot of two women and one man, or two men and one woman. This, too, can be tragedy or high comedy.

5 Circe
The Spider and the Fly. Evil takes its time to trap and consume good.

6 Romeo and Juliet
Boy meets Girl, Boy loses Girl, Boy either finds or does not find Girl: it doesn't matter which. The sexes don’t matter much these days, either.

7 Orpheus
The Gift Taken Away.

I’ll be interested to hear from you if you think you’ve read a work of fiction that does not fit into any of these categories…

A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME
Kev has sent me this hugely enjoyable ‘brief history of time’...

3050 BC
A Sumerian invents the wheel. Within the week, the idea is stolen and duplicated by other Sumerians, thereby establishing the business ethic forever.

2900 BC
Wondering why the Egyptians call that new thing a Sphinx becomes the first of the world's Seven Great Wonders.

1850 BC
Britons proclaim Operation Stonehenge a success. They've finally got those boulders arranged in a sufficiently meaningless pattern to confuse scientists and historians for centuries.

1785 BC
The first calendar, comprising a year with 354 days, is introduced by Babylonian scientists.

1768 BC
Babylonians realize something is wrong when winter begins in June.

776 BC
The world's first known money appears in Persia, immediately causing the world's first known counterfeiter to appear in Persia the next day.

410 BC
Rome ends the practice of throwing debtors into slavery, thus removing the biggest single obstacle to the development of the credit card.

404 BC
The Peloponnesian war has been going on for 27 years now because neither side can find a treaty writer who knows how to spell Peloponnesian.

214 BC
Tens of thousands of Chinese labour for a generation to build the 1,500 mile long Great Wall of China. And after all that, it still doesn't even keep the neighbour's dog out.

1 BC
Calendar manufacturers find themselves in total disagreement over what to call next year.

79 AD
Buying property in Pompeii turns out to have been a lousy real estate investment.

432
St Patrick introduces Christianity to Ireland, thereby giving the natives something interesting to fight about for the rest of their recorded history.

1000
Leif Ericsson discovers America, but decides it's not worth mentioning.

1043
Lady Godiva finds a means of demonstrating against high taxes that immediately makes everyone forget what she is demonstrating against.

1125
Arabic numerals are introduced to Europe, enabling peasants to solve the most baffling problem that confronts them - how much tax do you owe on MMMDCCCLX lira when you're in the XXXVI percent bracket?

1233
The Inquisition is set up to torture and kill anyone who disagrees with the Law of the Church. However, the practice is so unChristian that it is permitted to continue for only 600 years.

1456 - An English judge reviews Joan of Arc's case and cancels her death sentence. Unfortunately for her, she was put to death in 1431.

THE CUTHBERT GOSPEL: PART TWO
As a result of my questions and comments in posting 291, Sid kindly pointed me in the direction of the Independent Catholic News website. An article there describes how the British Province of the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits) has ‘decided to sell the Anglo-Saxon manuscript known as the St Cuthbert Gospel to the British Library’.

It goes on to say that ‘the £9m sale price has been agreed with the advice of Christie’s’.

Father Kevin Fox said that ‘the British Library will ensure that the manuscript is available for people from around the world to view, either directly or online: ‘People will be able to see the Gospel set among the Library’s other treasures of the Christian faith and of Anglo-Saxon and Celtic art.’’

As for the questions I asked about its provenance - they are answered, too. ‘The book passed into the hands of a private collector after 1540 when the Cathedral priory [at Durham] was dissolved. By the 18th century it was in the possession of the 3rd Earl of Lichfield, who gave the book to Canon Thomas Phillips. He in turn donated the book to the Society of Jesus in 1769; they have owned it ever since...

From 1979 the Gospel has been on loan to the British Library where it is regularly on public display in the Sir John Ritblat Treasures Gallery. The British Library, as a national institution with outstanding expertise, is uniquely placed to house and conserve the Gospel.’

I found this article deeply unsettling. Firstly, because, in order to make the Jesuits look charitable, it is peddling a half-truth. The sale of the Cuthbert Gospel has only been ‘agreed‘ with the British Library if the Library can come up with the requisite £9m. If it can’t, it is my understanding that the Jesuits will sell the Gospel to the highest bidder.

All that stuff about everyone being able to see it in its proper and most appropriate setting is mere blather. They’re going to sell it - whether to the British Library or not. They want their pound of flesh. They just don’t want you to know that.

Even worse, though, is the fact that they’re selling it at all. After all, they did nothing to earn it. They didn’t even buy it themselves. It was given to them. Why can’t they conform to the teachings of the man whose name graces theirs and simply give it back? It would generate far better publicity than they’re getting at the moment.

I think, though, that I am being naive. To expect an organisation called the Society of Jesus to behave in such a generous, charitable and deeply Christian way is obviously expecting a little too much.

AGM XXVIII
Our Grand Summer AGM will take place at 1100 on Wednesday 24 August at the Tanfield Railway. It’s a great venue with lots to see, take photographs of and talk about.

And it offers a rare chance to meet Neville, who works there and who is the greatest living historian of British comedy I have ever met (but that’s only because I’ve never met Roy Hudd). His Norman Evans and Sir Stanley Unwin are to die for.

If you’ve never been before, why not screw your courage to the sticking-place and come along? Why not put your better judgment to one side and take the plunge? After all, what’s the worst that can happen?

Er…..

So - be bloody, bold and resolute. Sweep aside all other considerations, like poverty and debt, and make your way to the Tanfield Railway. You won’t regret it. At least, not very much.

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In L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

LA VIE EN FRANCE / LIFE IN FRANCE: LES VACANCES / HOLIDAY
(for ‘the story so far’, see postings 279, 280, 283, 286 and 288)

If I were to challenge you to come up with the names of, say, ten European rivers that were famous the world over, you would probably come up with something like….the Thames (naturally), the Severn (perhaps), the Seine (also naturally), the Rhine (definitely), the Rhone (if you want to stay on my good side), the Loire (probably), the Danube (longest of them all), the Tiber (because of Rome, of course), the Volga (at a pinch) and the Po (for its sheer sonority).

If you were being a tendentious patriotic smart-arse, you might choose the Tay or the Wye or the Shannon or even the Tweed. Less patriotic, but just as know-it-all, would be to choose the Elbe or even the Guadalquivir (on which stands Seville; that’s me being a know-it-all name-dropper).

I can guarantee, though, that you wouldn’t put the Sorgue on your list.

It has roughly the same proportions as the Gaunless or the Aln and flows as sweetly and almost as unnoticed in the great riverine scheme of things. It doesn’t crash down steep mountainsides in gushing torrents, it doesn’t feature in any waterfall-hunters Top Ten, it has no Olympic-standard rapids and even the fishing is barely average, or so I’m told.

Nevertheless, it’s quite definitely a river that I would include on my list - and I wager you would, too, if you’d been to Fontaine de Vaucluse as we did the next morning.

We left ‘sleepy old’ Apt as quickly as we could, stopping only to buy some obligatory candied fruit. The journey west and north was adorned here and there with temporary roadside stalls set up by local farmers at this time of year, each one groaning with cherries, apricots, peaches or nectarines. It made a change, I thought, from the carrots and cabbages I was used to seeing on such stalls in England. It was like being in a foreign country!

We were making our way to the part of Provence known as the Vaucluse, the ‘closed valley’, and as we approached Fontaine, I realised how it got its name. The river’s twists and turns became more and more extreme as the sheer rock faces that contained it closed in on both sides. Eventually, their tops became invisible to us as the gorge narrowed even more until, quite suddenly, we found ourselves at the closed end of this extraordinary and dramatic valley. Before us rose the foot-slopes of Mont Ventoux (‘mountain of winds’), which rises to over 1,900m (6,200ft) and is known as the ‘Giant of Provence’.
And nestling in its shadow is the small, gorge-girt town of Fontaine de Vaucluse, named for the feature which marks this area out as very special indeed.
A little to the north of the town rises the sheer cliff 240m (787 ft) high that closes off the valley.

The feature of the valley, though - celebrated throughout France and by cognoscenti elsewhere - is what goes on far, far below this rockface. For this is by far the biggest wellspring (‘fontaine’) in France. In fact, it’s the fifth largest spring in the world.

Its statistics are mind-boggling. Its average water-flow is 22 cubic metres a second, which often rises to over 110 after heavy snow-melt. That’s an average of 630 million cubic metres a year. Which is a lot of water gushing up out of the ground all at once - and all the time! Most of the rivers I am familiar with rise as teeny-weeny trickles on deserted upland moors - like our local ones, and even the mighty Thames, do - so the fontaine here comes as a bit of a shock.

But its volume and power are only half the story. It’s famous in caving and geological circles for its underground origins and dimensions, many of which remain a mystery even today.

It was only via images from an underwater camera robot (belonging to the splendidly-named Spelunking Society of Fontaine de Vaucluse) that its secrets were partially revealed in 1985. The camera sank to a depth of 308m - that’s all of 1,010ft below ground. And what it found there was even more staggering: a vast underground basin of at least 1,200sq m (1,300 sq yds) that collects the run-down water from Mont Ventoux and the nearby mountain of Lure.

And the fontaine is the only exit point for all that water as it’s pushed up to the surface from its deep and utterly mysterious underground basin. Which is why it gushes out so fiercely, as you can see.
And, when it surfaces, it does so as the River Sorgue. And that’s why, dear reader, I would feel compelled to include it in my Top Ten.

Fontaine de Vaucluse was a spellbinding place - but we still had a long way to go, including a long drive home to Beaujolais. And Serge had one more place he wanted me to see. It’s a lovely little town just a few miles downstream, originally built on a small island in the river - L’Isle sur la Sorgue.
It’s a smashing old place full of narrow lanes, weird shops, artists’ studios, and a very ancient basilica church three sizes too big for the town. It’s greatest charm, though, are the many canals into which the river has been divided as it flows through. These were used to turn waterwheels, some of which still survive, overgrown with moss and water-loving plants. They are extraordinarily picturesque, as you can see in the picture at the top.

The town was busy and the weather was very warm indeed. I decided to sit beside one of the newly-landscaped canals and watch the swans for an hour, coffee to hand. We watched the world pass us by as our Provencal holiday drew to a close.

Before we left for home, we checked that we had enough souvenirs of our time in this genuinely enchanting part of the world. Apart from candied fruit, that could only mean one thing: Rose de Provence, the best-kept wine secret in France. It’s as light, as gentle and as refreshing as Provence itself.

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Carrots...in Aarau (top) and Creances

In this blogposting...
*Murphy's Law and Peter's Awful Truths
*AGM XXVIII
*Things You Didn't Know You Didn't Know
*Yet Another Numbers Trick
Avanti!

MURPHY’S LAW AND PETER’S AWFUL TRUTHS
I’ve had a smashing email from Peter, in South Shields. He tells me that, due to a recent personal experience (about which he remains tantalisingly silent), he was reminded of the truth of Murphy’s Law; namely, that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.

But he doesn’t leave it there - that would be so uncharacteristic of him, after all. Instead, he says he has researched the subject of ‘Murphydom’ (as he calls it) amongst his friends and family, as well as in books and on the internet, and has come up with a subsidiary list of Awful Truths - the ‘unavoidable and deeply regrettable facts of life for which we generally only have ourselves to blame’, as Peter succinctly puts it in his email.

I therefore proudly present to you Peter’s Awful Truths...

* Nothing is as easy as it looks.
* Everything takes longer than you think.
* If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most
damage will be the one to go wrong.
* Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.
* Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
* When things just can't get any worse, they will.
* Once a job is fouled up, anything done to improve it only makes it worse.
* A shortcut is the longest distance between two points.
* Once you open a can of worms, the only way to re-can them is to use a larger can.
* Negative expectations yield negative results. Positive expectations also yield negative results.
* You never find something until you’ve replaced it.
* When your cat has fallen asleep on your lap and looks utterly content and adorable you will suddenly have to go to the toilet.
* Anything that begins well, ends badly and anything that begins badly, ends worse.
* When all else fails, read the instructions.
* It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.
* No matter how much you do, you'll never do enough.
* What you don't do is always more important than what you do do.
* You can't tell how deep a puddle is until you step in it.
* The cream rises to the top. So does the scum.
* There are two types of people: those who divide people into two types, and those who don't.
* You can fool all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time, but you can NEVER fool your mother.
* No matter what goes wrong, there is always somebody who knew it would.
* The first place to look for anything is the last place you would expect to find it.
* You can always find what you're not looking for.
* If you don't care where you are, you aren’t lost.
* In order for something to become clean, something else must become dirty.

I love this list of Awful Truths so much that I’ve taken the liberty of adding two of my own:
* It’s always further than you think.
* The earlier you set out, the later you arrive.

Thanks very much for the list, Peter. They really are all true; and they really are all awful.

If anyone would like to add to Peter’s list, feel free. Just send me your Awful Truths in the usual way - see below.

AGM XXVIII
Our next AGM will be the Summer Special - and once again, we will be gracing the Tanfield Railway with our presence. Please try to get there if you possibly can - at 1100 on Wednesday 24 August.

After all, you’ve had plenty of notice!

THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU DIDN’T KNOW
* A lake called Llyn Maelog, on the Isle of Anglesey (Ynys Mon), has been given ‘village green’ status.
* Women who want the best chance of conceiving have been advised to floss their teeth regularly.
* The maternal ancestors of polar bears were originally from Ireland, according to recent DNA research.
* The State of California has just passed a law defining what a hot-dog is, namely: 'a whole, cured, cooked sausage that is skinless or stuffed in a casing, and which may be served on a bun or roll.' It has also decreed that a hot-dog may also be known as bologna, frank, frankfurter, garlic bologna, knockwurst, red hot, Vienna or wiener.
* There are 46 types of ladybird in Britain and gardeners can now order them by post.
* Cows have best friends within a herd and get stressed when parted from them.
* Turkey has by far the highest murder rate in the world.
* The Creances Carrot Festival (in France) will take place on Saturday 13 August. There will also be a Carrot Festival in Aarau, Switzerland, on Wednesday 2 November (see pictures above, from last year).
* Forty is the only number whose letters appear in alphabetical order.
* UNNOTICEABLY has all five vowels in reverse order.

YET ANOTHER NUMBERS PUZZLE…
Write down any number; for example...
886328712442992

Count up the number of even and odd digits, and the total number of digits:
10 5 15

String those together to make a new number, and perform the same operation on that:
10515
1 4 5

And keep iterating:
145
1 2 3

You’ll always arrive at 123.

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THE CUTHBERT GOSPEL

I read this at The Guardian online yesterday; it’s worth a blogposting all to itself...

'A £9m appeal has been launched by the British Library to buy the oldest intact book in Europe, a palm-sized leather-bound copy of the gospels buried 1,300 years ago in the coffin of Saint Cuthbert.

The Cuthbert Gospel, on loan to the library since 1979, is regarded as of such importance that the National Heritage Memorial Fund has raided its reserves to offer a £4.5m grant, half the purchase price and the largest single acquisition grant in the library's history. The Art Fund and the Garfield Weston foundation have each promised £250,000.

If the appeal succeeds, the library has agreed that the Gospel will be displayed half the time in Durham Cathedral, where it was found with the body of the saint when his coffin was reopened in 1104.

The gospel is still in its original 7th century leather cover, which has survived in perfect condition.

It is believed to have been buried with St Cuthbert on Lindisfarne in 698, and survived the journey when the monks fled from Viking raids two centuries later, taking with them their treasures, the body of the Northumbrian saint, and sacred objects he had owned. After several stops, and more raids, the saint and his Gospel were buried in what became the great cathedral of Durham.

Lynne Brindley, chief executive of the British Library, described it as ‘an almost miraculous survival from the Anglo-Saxon period, a beautifully preserved window into a rich, sophisticated culture that flourished some four centuries before the Norman conquest.’'

I don’t really know where to start with this one.

I take some (perhaps misplaced) pride in the extent and depth of my knowledge of the north-east; indeed, that’s what got me my first broadcasting slot on the BBC on Paul’s Saturday show. Over several decades, I’ve absorbed information almost by osmosis - the area’s people, places, dialects, buildings, heroes (forgotten or otherwise), stories, myths and legends.

I’m not daft enough to claim pre-eminence in this respect. There are many, many other people who know a lot more than I do, as my time at the BBC showed me! I did, however, think that I knew enough to be able to say that, if the oldest intact book in Europe originated here, I would know about it.

And yet I didn’t know about it. This Guardian item came as a bolt from the blue. I’ve never heard of the Cuthbert Gospel. I’m not only ashamed of that fact; I’m puzzled by it, in exactly the same way that I didn’t know about the Zurburan paintings at Bishop Auckland until the Church Commissioners threatened to sell them.

If Europe’s oldest book originated on Lindisfarne and still exists, why have I - and, I imagine, a great many other people - never heard about it? If it’s been on loan to the British Library since 1979, why has it not been displayed in the north-east?

I love the British Library and have visited it twice. It is the essential custodian of many of England’s most valued, most historic and most important documents. But I sense a rather smug and arrogant attitude is being displayed here, just as it is with the Lindisfarne Gospels. The Library does not ‘promote’ items like these in its possession in case, I suspect, they engender a sense of local ownership and thus campaigns for their return.

We hear about them only when the Library needs cash to ‘save them for the nation’. Hence the offered trade-off; ‘give us money and we’ll let you display the Cuthbert Gospels in Durham Cathedral’.

Like many other local people, I have other concerns, too.

I don’t suppose we’re allowed to know who owns the Cuthbert Gospel at present but I’m anxious to find out why it is not in public ownership already.

And why is its owner being allowed to sell an item of such outstanding cultural significance - significant not just to north-east England or even to England generally but to the whole of Europe and thus to the world? Have we no laws (as, for example, the Greeks, Italians and French have) to prevent the potential loss, through export, of an item quite as priceless as this?

If we haven’t - why not?

It isn’t often that I seriously ask you to take whatever steps you can to make your voice heard in the wider world. But this is serious. The Cuthbert Gospel must be saved - and that’s not an easy thing to have to do in straitened times like these. Here’s a list of people you may care to email or write to. I’m sure you can think of others.

Your MP
The Prime Minister
The Queen
The Archbishop of Canterbury
The Bishop of Durham
Your local council
Lord Sugar
The Chairman of a big local company - Greggs, Fentimans...
Stephen Fry

If you’ve never done anything like this before, try it just this once. You never know; yours might be the email or letter that tips the balance.

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