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With Gwyn Prosser MP at the Houses of Parliament.

29 May 2008

Hark ! I hear the sound of London calling. The call is clear and true, and rings out like a loud bell. A call to political arms…. a chance of a lifetime...
so I must arise and go now and go to London Town
and a cabin will I have there of clay and mortar made.


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Being editor of Doverforum.com certainly throws up some interesting times. Mostly of course its much like anything else, with lots of daily drudge and gargantuan grind needed to produce the results, but occasionally, just occasionally, an invitation drops onto the doormat which causes a chap to perk up bigtime and awaken with some exuberance from his daily slumbering routine. Such an invitation thundered onto my doormat only very recently when our very well known and popular MP, Gwyn Prosser, yes the very man himself, invited yours truly and colleague Colette Boland to join him at The Houses of Parliament. This was one invitation we snatched up.

So off to London we go, camera at the ready, pencil sharpened, best smile polished, shoes carefully shined on the back of ones trousers, to land with some style in the metropolis extraordinaire. After living for some considerable time in Dover, it is almost a shock to come face to face with the money, the buzz, and the power that is London. I used to live there of course. I used to hammer out a living in the cut and thrust of the London fast lane, but it is, nowadays, almost shockingly fascinating to note that Dover is entirely tranquil by comparison. All the busy bee wealth creators in the grand metropolis don’t have time to catch a breath…but it is most impressive…they rush hither and tither, their legs whirring with the speed of helicopter blades in full productive flight. They get things done. These worker bees.

No rushing around like this for your’s truly, not any more. I have in recent times adjusted to the tranquillity of Dover life, so at my own steady pace I opted to go to the big capital a day early and enjoy the luxury of one of those bigshot London hotels. Ah yes, dinner with white tablecloths and solid silverware, all the while wallowing under those overhanging multifaceted and ever so sparkling chandeliers..yes this was just the ticket after a hard winter. So dinner it was then and wine aplenty. More grape young man, more grape! And easy on the ketchup!

Nothing is more satisfying than a good dinner and a.. ermmm skinful of Pinot Grigio!

Breakfast was just as spectacular, all laid out in sumptuous buffet style, another piece of this, shall I try some of that, how about a nibble here and a chomp there. Ah delicious. How many of us take the time over a good breakfast. On then to meet Gwyn in the corridors of power. Through the tough security measures we go and there we are in no time, right next to Gwyn Prosser and his ever faithful sidekick Jo Knight, and all underneath that famous portrait of St Patrick, in the seat of central government..

Gwyn shakes our hands with enthusiasm and takes us on a fascinating and detailed tour of every nook and cranny of this grand place, from the Throne Room to the Woolsack in the House of Lords. Yes Mr Prosser knows his stuff about this great Palace of Westminster and he explains brick by brick much of its history with a warm enthusiasm. We enjoyed the tour greatly and were infected by Gwyn‘s knowledge. Then in the twinkling of an Irish eye we are in the cut and thrust of Prime Minister’s Questions, with Gordon Brown in dynamic form fending off the young pretender David Cameron, in a rip roaring high octane 30 minutes. After that a very nice lunch of Asparagus and Chicken in hugely pleasant surroundings , then a wee saunter with drink in hand onto that famous Thames view terrace to rub shoulders with more MP‘s than you can shake a stick at.


Colette Boland in the Great Westminster Hall, the only part of the building that is entirely original. Much of the rest was destroyed and rebuilt after a series of catastrophic fires. It dates from 1097 and was built by the son of William the Conqueror. It boasts the largest medieval timber roof in Northern Europe with a span of 69ft. You can literally feel the age, the magnificence, all about you.

The picture above top left shows the trio on the sunkissed terrace, yours truly, Gwyn Prosser MP, and Colette Boland, Doverforum PR.


Then some further pictures before departure. All too soon the day is over, and we make our weary way homeward, back to Charing Cross railway station and all points south.

Paul Boland

A shorter slightly different version of this story will be appearing in the latest edition of the Dover Loyalty Scheme Newsletter....out soon!
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