Only in Oxford…
I’m fairly certain that the anecdote I’m about to repeat is one I should never have told to my nearest and dearest, let alone put up on the internet, but if there is a time for discretion, then there is also a time making people smile. So here goes.
There is a certain local councillor who, for the purposes of this blog, I shall call “Sam”.
When he’s not busy working hard for residents in his ward, “Sam” is also a referee for local football matches. Last Saturday, “Sam” ended up refereeing a match in which the team in his own ward were playing. Unfortunately, the game wasn’t played with the best spirits, and “Sam” ended up booking 6 players from his ward’s team.
Being a loyal and dedicated local councillor, he then spent the afternoon canvassing. And this is where it all went wrong.
He managed to knock on a door belonging to none other than the Club Secretary! Who proceeded to chase “Sam” out of his garden wearing nothing but underpants, yelling “Vote for you? You want me to vote for you lot when you booked 6 of my players? Are you having a laugh?”.
You couldn’t make this stuff up!
