Village rallies round accused Ambridge mum…
Friends and family of Helen Titchener are
launching a bold campaign to have her freed on bail by rebranding next month’s
Open Farm Sunday as Open Jail Sunday.
‘We are all devastated that Helen was
refused bail, especially as she finally listened to me and pleaded not guilty,’
said her brother Tom Archer of Bridge Farm.
‘But to be honest, it’s tough juggling
a sister in prison with planting cabbages, keeping the pigs under control and
eating up all the surplus stock from the shop. There’s only so many stale
flapjacks you can stuff in when you haven’t got Jazzer the Human Hoover to help
out.
‘Luckily, people have rallied round to help
promote our produce AND campaign for Helen. Open Jail Sunday attractions will
include:
• ‘Frees-her Packs’ of Hereford beef from
Brookfield
• ‘Hay, Bail Helen’ tractor rides round
Bridge Farm
• Souvenir pens with the slogan ‘Our hens
aren’t penned in; why is Helen?’ (sponsored by Josh Archer and the Fairbrothers)
• Karaoke featuring ‘The Green Green Grass
of Home’ and ‘Tie a Custard-Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree’ hosted by
Jolene Archer and Wayne Tucson)
• Goody bag with a slice of Jill Archer’s
lemon drizzle cake containing a miniature marzipan file.
… but her mother must stay at home
In other shock news, Mr Archer revealed
that Helen’s mother Pat can have no further contact with her daughter as she
will be called as a prosecution witness at the trial, which is scheduled for
Sept 5. ‘Of course, mum regrets telling DS Madeley about Helen threatening to
kill Rob, after she’d been warned not to by our lawyer,’ he said. ‘But these
things happen. And at the bail hearing, mum made sure Helen knew she was there
for her, by miming that it didn’t matter that she hadn’t washed her hair.’
Hens’ holiday nearly comes to a sticky end
A local poultry business faced closure this
week as a flock of high-welfare hens was threatened with slaughter by DEFRA
officials.
‘It was all going so well,’ said Rex
Fairbrother of Hollowtree. ‘Josh Archer had posted pictures of our hens in
their temporary caravan home on Facebook, and pretty soon ‘Hens on Holiday’ had
gone viral. We were flooded with enquiries for our pastured eggs, and local TV
wanted to come and film.
‘But someone must have heard my brother
Toby in the pub, shouting about ‘viral hens’. The next thing you know, we were
raided by guys dressed like Star Wars Stormtroopers, with a warrant to test the
flock for bird flu! They were about to cull the whole lot until I showed them
it was all a marketing stunt and our hens are disease-free.’
‘We apologise for any inconvenience caused,
but we can’t afford to take risks with public health,’ said a DEFRA
spokesperson. ‘However, with the referendum coming up, staff have had special
training to distinguish between BSE (Britain Stronger in Europe) and mad cow
disease.’
Sun shines on May Day celebrations
Ambridge residents turned out in force for
the traditional May Day celebrations on the village green on Monday. The Ambridge Observer was there to
report on the fun:
• Keira Grundy (five): ‘I did the May pole
dancing and Mum said I was so good she might take me for proper lessons. Granny
Clarrie said I was light on my feet. I said was that like Uncle Alf having
light fingers and she said be quiet Keira.’
• Bert Horrobin (85): ‘I’m looking for a
box of stuff that our Susan shouldn’t never have taken for the jumble sale. It
had things what were of sentimental value. Like two vases I won on the shooting
gallery at Borchester Mop Fair in 1986. Chinese-looking they were, have you
seen them?’
• Henry Titchener (five): ‘I wanted a Coke
but Granny Ursula said I had to have apple juice. I hate apple juice but she
said don’t make a scene Henry, you know what happens. Granddad took me to see a
kingfisher. It was beautiful and I saw the mummy catch a fish and smash it and
kill it dead. But Aunty Kirsty said it might have been the daddy.’
Croxley crushes crocked cricketers
The Ambridge Cricket Club First X1 put up a
dismal showing against Little Croxley on Sunday, losing by 10 wickets and
demonstrating just how much they are missing last season’s key players.
‘It was tough, with Tom Archer and Johnny
Phillips unavailable, and Charlie Thomas just a distant memory,’ said captain
Adam Macy, clearly emotional. ‘We had to borrow the opposition’s 12th man and even with Bartleby in the outfield, and Barry Simmons exploding crisp
packets as a distraction tactic, we were completely outclassed.’
‘The lads were looking forward to playing
Rob Titchener – a general all-round hero and great coach to the young players,’
said Little Croxley captain Andy Legge-Spinner. ‘But he wasn’t in the team. Has something happened to him?
'Anyway, we tried to be sporting when that
old guy in the yellow kit – David Archer, is it? – bruised his hand. We offered
to play blindfold and bowl with scones. But Ambridge could still only manage 21
all out. It’s a shame.’
At home with… Miranda Elliott
In the first of a new series, Miranda
Elliott – socialite, horsewoman and wife of Damara Capital chairman Justin
Elliott – graciously invites us into the Dower House, the power couple’s new
home in Ambridge.
‘I was delighted to hear that Justin had
rented this little bolthole; Ambridge isn’t exactly Chipping Norton, but it’s
quite picturesque. And the planners are still being difficult about digging out
the basement of our London house to provide an equestrian centre for my beloved
Prince Dimitri Excalibur. Ghastly people.
‘So here we are! I must say, the little
woman Justin found to do the house up – Gillian? Sylvia? – wasn’t quite what I
expected. Fussing around as if she owned the place! And over-familiar with
Justin, although frankly too old to be a worry…
‘Anyway, she’d found some lovely pieces,
like this tiger maple table, and the two Chinese vases in the fireplace.
Apparently she sourced them locally, and they’re particularly fine.
‘But there was far too much clutter; on
that console table she’d put a load of old pottery she claimed was “Borsetshire
slipware”. I said to Justin: ‘You can slip it straight in the skip!’ I must
say, he didn’t see the joke. And a hideous yellow armchair was lurking in that
corner. Thankfully, he took it off to his study.
‘Of course, you have to lower your
standards in the country. But I had to put my foot down when a hawker turned up in a van the other
evening. This ‘Eddie Grundy’ (what a name! Talk about Thomas Hardy!) claimed
Lilian had told him we were in the market for any old tat! Started bringing out
wooden owls, plaster squirrels – the stuff of nightmares.
‘For some reason, Justin seemed to find
this little charade quite amusing. I think the country air must be softening
his brain. The sooner I get back to Chelsea, the better.’
I have waited all week for this, have had to supplement with back issues, can't you do a double issue occasionally. Life is dull with only the 'real life' Archers.
ReplyDeleteMiranda sounds like another 'Hazel'. Could this be the start of something between Justin and Lil.
Who knows about Justin and Lilian? But sources say their lunch at La Femme du Monde was VERY cosy... and Miranda is very like Hazel, isn't she? But without the charm. Good to hear you're enjoying the AmOb archive! And as the Trial of the Century approaches, we may well be bringing out a supplement... *makes note to order more pencils*
DeleteAnother absolute belter! I hope David isn't reading this. "That old guy," eh?
ReplyDeleteThank you Lucy! I expect David's kit made him look older; yellow can be very ageing, as Lilian always says....
Delete"Do you take dictation, Lilian?"
ReplyDelete"That was the plan, Miranda dahling, but then you turned up!"
Mistress Trellis, I do declare I have no idea what you are talking about. the AmOb is a family newspaper... :-)
DeleteI hope that poor Rob Titchener finds true love with Hazel Woolley. That would be nice.
ReplyDeleteThey would cancel each other out in obnoxiousness...
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