'I've got a memory. After a very long time, something's coming back.' Just as BBC1's viewers were about to enter the ballroom for the first live show of Strictly Come Dancing's 2023 series (Annabel Croft's going to win that, by the way - you heard it here first), they were transported, en masse, to the TARDIS with an exclusive new two minute trailer. Which revealed more of what is to come when Doctor Who returns to our screens this November. And lo, dear blog readers, it was shit-yer-pants fantastic in this blogger's opinion. And, he's a very highly respected author, so you should probably take what he has to say jolly seriously. Or not, as the case may be. The trailer again featured Neil Patrick Harris waltzing about a bit and it has now been confirmed that he will, indeed, be playing The Celestial Toymaker, the powerful enemy of The Doctor last seen in a titular four-parter in 1966 played by the late Michael Gough. As just about every fan in the entirety of fandom had been speculating about since August 2022. But what is the thing which brings The Doctor face-to-face with this enemy from his past, you may be wondering? This blogger knows he certainly is.
Also confirmed in the trailer, UNIT is also back. Jemma Redgrave will reprise her role as Kate Lethbridge-Stewart alongside David Tennant for the first time since 2013's The Day Of The Doctor. Given that Jemma is also showing up in at least one of Ncuti Gatwa's first series as The Doctor, that will be six Doctor's that she has interacted with since 2012, exactly the same number as her on-screen father, the late Nicholas Courtney, managed.
Russell Davies was quoted as saying (in a BBC press release): 'This is just the start, as the fever starts to burn. We're heading for a November full of Doctor Who surprises, for fans and new viewers alike. Stay alert!' We shall, Big Rusty, we shall. Needless to say, the trailer attracted the attention of just about every media organ in the hemisphere, all seeking to be the one to uncrack what 'secrets' the trailer may (or may not) hold. Take, for example (and the list in by no means comprehensive), Entertainment Weekly, Sky News, the Radio Times (which used to be run by adults), the Digital Spy website, Gizmodo (no, me neither), Screen Rant (in a really crap article entitled Nine Things You Missed, containing nine things which precisely no one who had their eyes open missed), the Daily Mirra (Doctor Who Sparks Frenzy With New Trailer according to Charlotte McIntyre, the Assistant Showbiz Editor who is clearly after promotion via her cunning use of crass hyperbole), the Northern Echo (New Trailer Has Fans In Complete Meltdown wrote Matthew Evans who, apparently, wants Charlotte's old job at the Mirra when she's done with it), Yahoo! Sport (!), Nottinghamshire Live, Metro (so, not a real newspaper), OK! (whose writer, Danni King, appears to have shat herself mid-article judging by the virtually unreadable final two paragraphs), Doctor Who TV, the Evening Standard, Telly Visions, What's On Disney Plus (written by Roger Palmer who, unlike the last time he wrote a piece for that website on Doctor Who, now appears to understand that Kate Lethbridge-Stewart is a character, not an actress), Dark Horizons, Collider, The Hollywood Reporter, Daps Magic (no, really), the Daily Scum Mail, the Warrington Guardian, The National, Gay Times, Deadline, Bleeding Cool, Laughing Place, Movie Web and The News International. Not forgetting the Pig Breeders Gazette. Probably.
Of course, inevitably, within hours of the trailer appearing someone on You Tube had done an extensive - and, really rather good - breakdown of the entire thing. One which completely surpassed all of the wretched faux-analysis done in the various media organs previously mentioned. And then, someone else did the same thing even more impressively. Probably lots more fans have done so as well but, after watching those two, this blogger decided that he'd seen the trailer more than enough already and he'd like to wait for the episodes to see any more! Especially after being utterly blown away by The Money Shot of Ncuti at the end. Wow. Are we excited yet, dear blog readers?
It has been clear for a while that Ncuti Gatwa's Doctor is going to bring us a variety of different costumes. Now a double for the actor has been spotted on location wearing yet another previously unseen outfit. The new costume was photographed by a social media user, who posted it on The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter. The costume consists of a tartan kilt, a black leather jacket, black socks and brown boots. Nice threads. 'The double was spotted filming scenes against a very Christmassy backdrop that included various fairy lights and a tree, although it's not currently clear if these are pick-ups for the already filmed 2023 Christmas special or for a future 2024 Yuletide episode,' suggests some plank of no importance at Radio Times (which used to be run by adults). This blogger will leave it up to dear blog readers to see if they can manage work out which of these two alternative scenarios is the more likely. Or, indeed, what the chances are that filming on an episode scheduled for broadcast in December 2024 is taking place in September 2023.
Earlier this week, whilst looking on You Tube for, you know, stuff this blogger stumbled across BadWolf42's charming assessment of one of yer actual Keith Telly Topping's former regenerations; as the original co-proposer of the Doctor Who 'Season 6B Theory' malarkey in The Discontinuity Guide. What a lovely little piece it is, too. Although, as this blogger was quick to point out to Bad his very self, could he not have found a somewhat more flattering photo of this blogger with which to illustrate the piece than this one?
I mean, for a small fee, this blogger would gladly have provided him with one.
Anyway, moving on to scenes from this blogger's previous live(s), part the second. Keith Telly Topping bought this, fine, Telos publication (direct from here) purely on the strength of the publisher assuring this blogger that it was, in fact, 'quite good.' Keith Telly Topping is happy to inform you all, dear blog readers, that from the evidence of the first few pages, that there Mister Howe was not lying on this particular occasion.
This blogger, however, now knows exactly how the bass player of some anonymous third division mid-1980s indie band who once toured as support to The Clash feels when picking up a The Sunday Times best-seller Joe Strummer biography and finds a brief reference to themselves on page 202! 'Twenty-two-year-old Tyneside writer ...' Oh my good God! Yeah, once, long ago and far away. Keith Telly Topping always told his dear old mother that he'd end up in a book one day; to be fair, she probably expected it to be in the True Crime genre. Thanks Alistair, this blogger feels as though his life has been entirely validated!
As this blogger told the author, 'the really thought-provoking (for which, read worrying) thing about it is looking at all of those fanzine covers and thinking "I had that one. I had that one. I wrote for that one. I script-edited that one. I got a letter of complaint in the next issue, from a future MP, about something I'd written in that one (true story)!" Et cetera.'
All of which right bleeding stuff and nonsense, of course, brings us nicely to Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty One: The Two Faces Of Doctor Jekyll. Paul Massie: 'A tigress?' Christopher Lee: 'Tigers needn't lick their lips over her unless they're very rich.' Paul Massie: 'Is she so exclusive?' Christopher Lee: 'Only princes, pashas, millionaires, or distinguished actor/managers need apply!'
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Two: Children Of The Damned. Ian Hendry: 'At this very moment, they could be making all those men out there turn their guns on one another!'
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Three: The Curse Of The Werewolf. Oliver Reed: 'Father, the bullet! Pepe the watchman has a silver bullet. Get it and use it! Use it on me, father! You must use it!'
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Four: House Of Mystery. Ronald Hines: 'I don't get it, the price is absurd. This place must be worth at least six thousand. There must be a big snag we don't know about.' Colette Wilde: 'It'd have to be one Hell of a big snag to put me off!'
This blogger's fiend Young Malcolm was, as is his frequent want, swift to point out that Vernon Sewell's House Of Mystery (1961) was, in fact, a remake of Sewell's Ghost Ship (1952). This blogger was then able to supply further links in the chain thanks to Kim Newman's excellent book Nightmare Movies (1985) which noted that Sewell's most infamous achievement was 'buying the rights to a grand guignol play called The Medium in the early 1930s' and then 'making a version of it every five years or so for the rest of his career!' Not quite that often, perhaps, more like once a decade as Sewell first filmed the play under its original title in 1934. He then remade it for the first time as Latin Quarter in 1945. House Of Mystery is, probably, the best of the four versions although this blogger doesn't believe he's ever actually seen The Medium so that could be a twenty four carat masterpiece with an undeservedly low reputation.
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Five: The Day Of The Triffids. Keiron Moore: 'Keep behind me. There's no sense in getting killed by a plant!'
This blogger could, at this point, totally nick a couple of superb jokes told in relation to this particular image by two of his Facebook fiends, Steven and Chuck and claim them as his own. But, he wouldn't do that sort of thing. And, if you believe that, dear blog reader, then you'll believe anything.
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Six: The Revenge Of Frankenstein. Francis Matthews: 'A masterly dissection, Doctor Stein. You must forgive this intrusion.' Peter Cushing: 'Must I?'
Memorably Daft Lines From British Horror & SF Movies Of The 1950s and 1960s. Number Sixty Seven: The Hellfire Club. Desmond Walter Ellis: 'Feast your eyes, for we are about to make our dedication to The God Of Evil!'
Britain's biggest public service broadcasters are developing a new free TV service that will deliver live TV over broadband. The new service, called Freely, is set for launch in 2024 and it will be built into the next generation of smart TVs and feature a line-up of public service broadcaster content and other free-to-air channels. Freely is, reportedly, being developed by Everyone TV, the organisation which runs free TV in the UK and is jointly owned by the BBC, ITV, Channel 4 and Channel 5. Mind you, this is according to the Radio Times (which used to be run by adults) so it's just about possible all of this could be a right load of old toot. Time will tell. It usually does. Everyone TV, formerly known as Digital UK, is responsible for the day-to-day running of the UK's free-to-view TV platforms - Freeview and Freest - as well as leading free TV's evolution for a streaming age. The new TV service will replicate the terrestrial TV experience, building on the heritage and popularity of the Freeview TV platform, which is currently used in sixteen million homes. Including (though not exclusively) The Stately Telly Topping Manor Plague House. Viewers will, it is claimed, be able to browse channels through a modern programme guide and use innovative functionality designed to make it easier to find and explore new shows directly from live TV. So, just like Freeview only with butons, then? Jonathan Thompson, Everyone TV chief executive, said: 'We are delighted to be working with the public service broadcasters on the next phase of free TV's evolution. This new development is a reflection of the fact that a growing number of UK viewers are watching content online, but still want easy access to the shared experience of live TV. Our aim is to ensure that all viewers have access to a free, aggregated live TV experience that champions British content and is delivered in a way that suits audience needs and preferences. Every one of us should be able to share in the best of British ideas and creativity on TV.' Tim Davie, the disgraceful, criminally spineless Director General of the BBC, said: 'Ensuring the universality of public-service television is sustained into the future is of paramount importance to the UK and all its public service broadcasters. We are delighted to be deepening our collaboration in helping viewers access our content, ensuring that, in a digital age, we deliver value for all audiences and that no one is left behind.' Before adding, 'can you bend over a bit more, Mister Prime Minister, I want to get my tongue in further from a right good lick.' Allegedly.
Each morning, dear blog reader, this blogger fills in a certain popular and well-known Audience Appreciation Index questionnaire giving his (hopefully valued) thought on the television and radio programmes he consumes on a daily basis. And, whether they were 'thought-provoking', encourages this blogger to 'do something new' or made this blogger feel 'part of this event'. The answers to which are always no. After which, there are usually a couple of supplemental questions regarding stuff which is in the news; for example, when the late Prince Phillip died in 2021 there were questions about whether believed that thought there had been too much/too little or just about the right amount of coverage of that topic, et cetera (this blogger felt the got it just about right). Earlier this wek, one morning's supplemental began with 'are you aware of the comedian Russell Brand?' What this blogger wanted to answer was 'I am aware of Russell Brand, although whether you could describe him as "a comedian" per se is another matter entirely' but, this blogger merely clicked yes. The next question was, seemingly, supposed to be 'are you aware of the accusations which have been made about Russell Brand's alleged sexual behaviour?' or something similar. But, for some reason, they missed the last word off. So, instead, it asked 'are you aware of the accusations which have been made about Russell Brand's alleged sexual?' This blogger indicated that he was aware of 'Russell Brand's alleged sexual'. The following question was about whether there had been too much or too little coverage on TV and radio concerning that particular issue. This blogger indicated that he had no strong feelings either way concerning the amount of coverage given to concerning 'Russell Brand's alleged sexual'. Then there was a box asking for any further comments. 'You asked if I was aware of "the accusations which have been made about Russell Brand's alleged sexual"' this blogger began. 'I am, as previously indicated, aware of 'Russell Brand's alleged sexual'. However, I have no intention of going anywhere near 'Russell Brand's alleged sexual' with a bargepole if it's all the same to you.' This blogger then pondered on how many similar answers they got to their question.
The following conceit, dear blog reader, was totally nicked by this blogger from someone else (who shall remain nameless - hi, Jean!) Because unoriginality is this blogger's middle name (well, actually, it's Andrew but ...) Anyway, dearest blog fiends, please be advised that Keith Telly Topping hereby and forthwith gives his full and complete permission to Northumbria police, MI5, MI6, MI12 (look, we all know you exist, stop denying it, you're impressing no one), GCHQ, the DWP, DEFRA, the Ministry of Justice, the SAS, the NIS, the NHS, the IRS, the NSA, the FBI, the CIA, NASA, the UDA, the IRA, the MPLA, the UK (or just a-nother country), the Harper Valley PTA, CI5, CSI (all versions), NCIS, UB40, the BBC, BB King & Doris Day, Matt Busby, the Catholic church, the Swiss Guard, the Priory of Scion, The Wu-Tang Clan, Agents Mulder and Scully (especially Scully), Jack Regan & George Carter, The Goodies (except for Bill cos he's a grotty little Communist), Darth Vader and the forces of The Empire, S.H.I.E.L.D, The Avengers (Steed and Mrs Peel and the other lot), The Illuminati, The Men in Black, the Ghostbusters, The Justice League of America, Buffy Summers, Captain Mal Reynolds, Gandalf, Roy Wood and all the other Wizzards, Santa Claus, Jesus, The Easter Bunny, Peter Pumpkinhead, The Flying Spaghetti Monster, The Purple Gang, The Tooth Fairy, The Rand Corporation, The Saucer People, The Reverse Vampires, the crew of Fireball XL5, John, Paul, George & Ringo, The Doctor, Captain Kirk, James Bond, Steve Austin, Scooby Doo, Hercules Poirot, Jay & Silent Bob, Sonny & Cher, Peter & Gordon, Morecombe & Wise, Kermode & Mayo, Peters & Lee, Batman & Robin, The Jackson Five, the Balowski family, Viv Stanshall, Legs Larry Smith, Sam Spoons, Mary, Mungo & Midge, Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble & Grub, Hartlepool United's back four during the 1986-87 season, everyone writing for the Gruniad Morning Star, the Daily Scum Mail and the Radio Times (which used to be run by adults), whomsoever was on The Grassy Knoll, the Home Office, the Away Office, the Neutral Venue Office and anyone else who knows me to view and share all of the jolly amazing and potentially world-changing things that Keith Telly Topping posts onto Facebook. This blogger is fully aware that his right to privacy ended on the day he created a Facebook profile (chiefly, to advertise the existence of this very blog). He also knows that whatever he posts there (or here) can (and usually will be) shared, tagged, copied and posted elsewhere because, like, Keith Telly Topping is so utterly windswept and interesting. If this blogger does not want anyone else to have it, then he doesn't post it. Except for this, obviously.
Right, dear blog reader, this has now gone on far too seriously long enough. By half. ' ... seven tickets to see the Brazilian Mime Theatre at the Riverside Studios; a little cairn terrier called Bobbie; one of them little black rubber things you know them little black rubber things that go "neep-neep, neep-neep" ...'
In 1972 dear blog reader, shockingly, the whole concept of upskirting was not a crime. Hence, you could get away with this sort of appalling malarkey with the divine Goddess that was (and, indeed, still is) Caroline Munro. If you were a boy-scout, that is.
Polish yer boots, Ms Munro? It's for charity. Honest.
After much, careful, consideration, dear blog reader this blogger has come (yet again) to the inevitable conclusion that The Specials AKA were, quite simply, the greatest live band in the world. Ever. Bar none. And, as previously noted, this blogger was lucky enough to see them three times. A magnificent, on-the-nail soul influenced drummer, a rockabilly guitarist, a genius on keyboards and the best front-line trio imaginable. However (and, the observation is not this bloggers, I think it was Mark Ellen was said it originally), pay particular attention in this memorable clip from Rock Goes To College (1980) to the legend at is Sir Horace Gentleman (third from the left, wearing the yellow stripy shirt). Who managed to spend entire gigs playing these madly complex and intricate ska basslines whilst, simultaneously, never having more than one foot on the ground at any one time! That's entertainment, dear blog reader. (As is the moment when the late and much-missed Terry Hall threatens to bray someone in the audience with his tambourine for some, now long-forgotten infraction!) And, as usual, it all ended in pure chaos. God, they were brilliant.
During Keith Telly Topping's recent You Tube searching, he came across a video which lasted nine minutes plus. Why, he wondered? After all, how long does to take to say the word 'yes' and move on to the next question?
It should be noted, dear blog reader, that there are some things in life more important than desire.
The billing on one particular 1988 episode of Aspel & Co was, clearly, a sodding disgrace. A twenty-four carat British legend and icon merely being one place higher on the guest-list than a couple of non-entities who used to be in some pop band or other in the 1960s. One trusts the caption writer got the old tin-tack first thing in the morning.
It's like Themlmamania never happened.
This blogger - along with all other rabid Thelmamaniacs - is eagerly awaiting the official announcement of what the next released in the reissue programme of The Be-Atles (a popular beat combo of the 1960s, you might've heard of them) will be. Yes, we know it's almost certainly going to be newly remixed (or, demixed) and expanded editions of 1962-66 and 1967-70 but Apple haven't got their shit together to actually inform us of that, as yet. In the mean time, however, another popular beat comb of the 1960s, The Whom, have re-issued this little ten-disc beauty. This blogger is, frankly, a bit pissed off at having to buy The Young Vic gig again but it is nice to have the full San Francisco 1971 show in superb quality having previously only had an edited, average soundboard recording of it for years.
Watching the Singapore Grand Prix on Sky Sports last weekend dear blog reader, Bernie Collins was hear asking 'the real question for Red Bull is "where do we go from here?"' Did anyone else happen to reply 'is it down to the lake, I fear?' Just this blogger then?
It's probably worth noting at this juncture, dear blog reader, that the first time Keith Telly Topping ever indulged in his brief foray with stand-up comedy, back in the late 1990s, he started his set with 'I used to be a bit of a tearaway as a youngster. I had a significant police record. Regatta de Blanc, the last decent one they made.' It was all downhill from there (on so very many levels).
Even skinheads like a bit of quality menswear, it would seem. English made, obviously. None of that foreign muck for these guys ...
This blogger most excellent fiend Nick soon pointed out that 20-22 Corporation Road, Notlob was, until recently, the sales office for JLG Wheelchairs (although it now appears to have been vacated and is, currently, for let). There is probably an essay in there somewhere about changing diversity in social values over the decades. Or something. And, this blogger is well aware that it's jolly difficult to judge anything from the evidence of one small photograph. Nevertheless, my God, it's looks a truly desperate place sandwiched in between a pawnbrokers and a nail beauticians. It is, in fact, staggering reminiscent of Byker at its grottiest.
It was interesting to see that Daniel Bachmann let in three playing in goal for Watford against this blogger's fiend Mick The Mod's beloved Dirty Leeds on Saturday. This blogger is presuming that Turner was on the bench and Overdrive was suspended.
This blogger must say, the following headline from the BBC News website is, he feels, a little harsh. Keith Telly Topping is well aware that the chap's not very popular, but still ... (This blogger's sincere thank you to Frank Skinner for that joke from 1996.)
'So, Sir Wilfred Death, yerr tyranny is naw at and eyend. Prapare t'be strung by yer coderlings from the bows of thaaaat tree!'
This blogger's beloved (and now, thankfully, sold) Magpies matched their record Premier League win with a scintillating display as they embarrassed and shame winless, witless and knackerless Sheffield United at Bramall Lane. Any fears of a European hangover following Newcastle's Champions League exertions on Tuesday in Milan soon vanished as Eddie Howe's men cruised to victory with eight different players getting on the scoresheet in an eight (that's EIGHT) nil thrashing of some Blades that just weren't sharp enough. Sean Longstaff put the visitors in front on twenty one minutes as he swept in from Anthony Gordon's cutback with bottom-of-the-table Blades' appeals for a handball and claims the ball went out of play in the build-up, rightly, dismissed. Because it wasn't and it didn't, basically. Paul Heckingbottom's hapless hosts had started relatively brightly but then found themselves three goals down before half-time after further two strikes in four minutes for Newcastle. Both came from immaculate Kieran Trippier set-pieces with Dan Burn stooping to head in a corner at the back-post despite almost having his shirt ripped from his back before Sven Botman scored his first Newcastle goal with a well-directed glancing header from Tripper's free-kick following a disgraceful tackle on Longstaff by Robinson who, astonishingly, didn't get a straight red card for what was, effectively, assault. In fact the only things that spoiled an otherwise perfect forty five minutes (plus six minutes added time) for United was Callum Wilson missing a trio of chances (two quite difficult admittedly but one, a relative sitter) and a mystifyingly dubious VAR call depriving Anthony Gordon of a penalty award when he, clearly, had his ankle kicked by a defender. Wilson may have missed three presentable opportunities before the break but got his goal ten minutes into the second-half, heading home in front of a jubilant away end as Trippier completed his own personal treble of assists with another pinpoint cross to mark a half-century of league outings for the club. Five minutes later Elliot Anderson (who had a fine game) passed to Gordon (easily the man of the match) and the winger unleashed an unstoppable effort which curled into the goal - prompting another wave of disconsolate Blades fans to rise from their seats and go home. It was six after sixty eight minutes as Bruno Guimarães played in Miggy Almirón and the Paraguayan finished expertly, having earlier seen another close-range finish correctly ruled out for offside. Eddie Howe then had the luxury of making a trio of replacements; Sandro Tonali, Alexander Isak and Tino Livramento joining the action, replacing Almirón, Wilson and Trippier respectively. Later, recent signing Lewis Hall made his United debut with fifteen minutes remaining. United had already beaten their record Premier League away goal tally but Bruno collected a sliced Longstaff shot to slot the ball in for a seventh. His celebrations included a message to the travelling supporters after recent speculation about his future at the club: 'I'm fuckin' stayin' here!' Isak then produced the coolest of finishes, somewhat reminiscent of Peter Beardsley's memorable goal at Portsmouth all those years ago, leaving defenders sprawling on their arse as he tucked the ball past the shell-shocked custodian Wes Foderingham three minutes from the end. Thus, rounding off what was the nearest thing to a cricket score seen since Yorkshire took their leave of Bramall Lane in 1973.
Unlikely as it seems given the scoreline, Newcastle started relatively slowly and it was the home side which looked the more threatening in the opening exchanges. That all changed the moment the first goal went in and Gordon was key to it, twisting smartly on the byeline before finding Longstaff to finish. Gordon was only on the pitch because of a nasty toe injury to Harvey Barnes but the winger's introduction changed the game. While the match became something of a procession in the second-half, it was the pace and trickery of Gordon down the left that helped Newcastle get into such a position. 'They can't handle Gordon. He is causing them all sorts of problems,' Clinton Morrison told Radio 5Live listeners at half-time. 'They just can't deal with him.' At least, this blogger thinks that's what he said. Smart bloke, Clinton, a snappy dresser and he's always highly entertaining on Sky Sports' Soccer Saturday but this blogger wishes he'd speak proper English occasionally! After a somewhat underwhelming start to their league campaign - losing three of their first five games, albeit against three teams whom a lot of sides are going to lose to this season, Sheikh Yer Man City, the Liverpool Alabama Yee-Haws and Brighton & Hove Albinos - this was a statement win for United which will keep spirits high at St James' Park and add to the belief that they can make their mark domestically, as well as in Europe, this season. For Sheffield, several choruses of 'Are you Sunderland in disguise?' and 'Premier League? You're havin' a laugh' from the visitors suggest they may be in for a long, hard nine months.
Though, at least one Blade was thoughtful enough to bring a good book along with her in case of emergencies.
The winners of From The North's Headline Of The Week award goes to Leicestershire Live's What Is A Cock On A Stick? It's a question we've all, no doubt, pondered at one time or another, dear blog reader. Keith Telly Topping knows he certainly had.
And finally, dear blog reader, a Wiltshire builder who is defying an enforcement notice has now resorted to poking fun at the local councillor who objected to his shop conversion according to the Wilthsire Times. Michael Thomas, has installed a stone gargoyle at one end of the roof at 12 Newtown taking the mickey out of Trowbridge Town Council leader Stewart Palmen. That'll show him. Possibly.
