The Dibbley Village Fête is due again for another year, and the Village Council meet to discuss the matter.
The previous years Fête's have been always Opened by a Local Dignatory, namely the Village Councillor and consummate Big Bonce David Horton.
A bloke who has such an inflated sense of his own self importance, that doors have to be widened to enable his head to get through.
Not exactly but you should get my drift, at the Council Meeting Horton crows over the last years efforts and results.
Horton considered that Dibbley had done rather well, at least as well as could reasonably be expected for Dibbley.
However unfortunately for Horton the Vicar demured and at her comments, the remaining Councillors just had to agree with her.
At the deafening roar of this bombshell Horton's haughty demeanour, radically altered dramatically.
Horton's nose has by now well and truly, been put firmly out of joint.
There is now no living with pompous nobody Councillor Benito Horton, as he struts scowling around the village.
With more than a mere bee in his bonnet David Horton acts, as if he had a veritable hornets nest on his bonce.
The only bright spot on Horton's horizon, was what he considered as the ultimate inevitability.
That was that the Vicar had not a cat in hells chance of actually finding, any kind of Celebrity to Open the Fête.
However the Vicars Verger Alice Tinker rides to her rescue, by actually knowing non other than one Reg Dwight.
The Dibbley Council are chuffed to bits when Reg Dwight replied in the affirmative, as they all busy themselves for the Big Day Councillor Horton's face grows ever longer.
The Great Day of the Fête arrived but when Reg Dwight actually arrived at the Vicarage, no one was actually pleased after all.
While Geraldine Granger feels nothing can possibly get any worse, David Horton by comparison feels over the moon. As he considered that now, the Vicars whole world would crash down about her ears.
However no cloud is totally bereft of illumination, and the Vicar received a most welcome visitor virtually in the nick of time.
There standing on her very own front door step stood a diminutive Ozzie song bird, she had heard the news and just had to call to visit her good friend Reg.
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