The Great Arrogation

Upon Montpelier there some years ago befell the singular event known as ‘The Great Arrogation’, when that suburb had bestowed upon it the dubious privilege of sending no less than three delegates to sit in the Council Chamber.

There was until The Great Arrogation a municipal organism, of robustly ontological materiality in virtue of its lengthy and serene occupation of space and time. This barnacle or limpet went by the name of Ashley Ward, and was glued to the North and the East flanks of the City Centre, in which capacity it sent three representatives to sit in the Council Chamber, who duly assumed their places alongside all…

…The prophet saith that the personal is political, and most verily doth he say so. For if the Great Arrogation never had been I’ll wager you that Bristol never had been been graced with the presence of Dr Mark Wankstain putting himself forward in the Conservative interest for Montpelier, nor would Mr Crass Cheseham have become the drinking partner of a gentleman in the unique trade of supplying … er…