Thankfully we’re early risers and so were able to complete our mission and exit the garish yellow supermarket just before 9am on Wednesday morning – October 16, for fans of people who like to say “FACT”.
After dispatching Eldritch to the car with our goods, Lady L and I decided to take in some of the bracing sea air and have a closer look at this gleaming new monument to council ingenuity.
And, alas, it seemed we were not alone!
In FACT we fear our innocent stroll around Marine Point may have unwittingly disturbed a curious meeting of minds taking place that very morning.
Stood there, at 9.10am on Wednesday, October 16 – again for people of “FACT” fascination -huddling away from public gaze and sucking furiously on cigarettes, stood two very familiar figures from the power elite in Brighton Street.
Now for someone under the weather (apparently Wirral Council do still authorise “gardening leave” for the chosen few), one of them looked utterly resplendent in a suit and open necked shirt.
And their companion was equally eye-catching in a three-quarter length coat and “fashionable” riding boots that stomped from side to side.
Fortunately, they were able to keep warm through the miracle of nicotine and take-out cups of Costa Coffee.
Unfortunately, dear readers, we were too far away to actually hear what they were saying to one another. One can only wonder if it was strictly council business – whether it was about issues surrounding an incredulous “damages” pay out is strictly conjecture.
However by this time Lady L had had enough of all the intrigue and was demanding we return to Leaky Towers for kedgeree and Earl Grey. But as we turned to leave we could have sworn we saw something flashing in the background….
Inevitably after our afternoon snooze yesterday, a “ping” indicated that an email had arrived in our well and truly pummelled Wirral Leaks in-box and subsequently this article went to press .
As contrary to popular belief (or as it’s better known Power Boy Pip) we don’t just report “lies”, we write about issues that are very much in the public interest and we don’t publish until we get concrete evidence and judging by the pictures we’ve received this story is about as concrete as brutalist architecture.
We’ve spared the protagonists blushes by rendering the images in “film noir” -as
one has a feeling these images could set already wagging tongues wagging even further.
And we really wouldn’t want that… well we would really because we beseech the good people of Wirral that enough is enough.