One of my spies in Maidstone rang this afternoon to alert me to the fact that Kent County Council have invited three top journos down to admire the Ile de Thanet later this week. Presumably the Turner thingy will be top of the list for the press trip, although I personally wouldn't be boasting about a concrete block that makes Dungeness B look like the Prado.
Anyhoo, we'd all better be on our best behaviour and sporting our finest track suits. And please, if you must tug your pit bull in public, do forgo the string for a decent leather leash. No doubt TDC will have been alerted too, so if you discover your street gleaming like your local crack dealer's gold tooth when you wake up on Thursday morning, now you know why.
My Deep Throat added that one of the hacks has been trying to chat to our local King Councillor and Carpet Tsar Sandy Beach for some time, but so far Our Sandy hasn't returned his calls or emails. I'm sorely tempted to divulge Sandy's home address in return for some favourable publicity for my Van Gogh Contemporary here in Ramsgate!