I am indebted to my my best friend Hissing Sid for coaxing me out of semi retirement with this article from Auntie Beeb.

Just when you thought that the P.C. silly season had reached its zenith in the disunited kingdom comes a reminder that in actual fact the silly season actually lasts 364 days 23 hours and 59 minutes (extended opening on leap years.)

God Bless Hissing Sid and God Bless Flintshire County Council for making me smile for the stupidity of the ruling classes.

Seems that Flintshire County Council have a problem with puddings…. (No! Not the councilors themselves, the after lunch treat in the canteen.)

After nearly 200 years the idea of amusement at the name of “Spotted Dick” has just reached this esteemed body and in a gesture of considered deliberation (panic to you and me son) they have decided to rename this venerable treat “Spotted Richard!

(For my American readership (that’s right both of you) “Spotted Dick” is a steamed desert made from suet and currents.)

What a bunch of “pilchards!”

Of course eventually they have had to rescind this order but the Crazy One has to ask whatever possessed them to join the lunatic fringe in the first place? What would they do if a set of thespians came to the county performing Shakespeare?

Rename Richard the Third to Dick 3 (Son of Dick)

If they had to make such a ruling why did they not pronounce that from hence on in the Flintshire County Council canteen the pudding shalt be known by its other name of “Spotted Dog?” You could not go out of your way to draw attention to yourself by calling it “Spotted Richard.”

Then they have the nerve to restore the rightful name and threaten sanction upon anyone behaving childishly! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

Honestly; you couldn’t make this stuff up (and why would you need to?)

So  Flintshire County Council you take the award for the 2009 Richard Heads of the year!

TTFN