I went for a stroll this morning and came across Wilson, accompanied by The Bees, in front of Bridge Cottage in the Town Centre. Wilson was standing on a box, apparently addressing an invisible audience.
Wandering up to him, I enquired, 'What's up, Matey?'
'I am on the Hustings – whatever they may be,' he replied, 'Electioneering!'
'What, you're standing for election?' I asked, incredulously – 'What's your platform?'
'Well, I'm using this box as a platform at the moment, but once Party Donations start to roll in I hope to get a proper Podium!'
Billi, the only politically-aware person here, whispered to him, 'He means what's in your manifesto!'
'Oh,' he announced, confidently, 'My Manifesto is embargoed until after I've written it. But I can tell you that it will be Good! Very Good! It will be Strong and Stable, unlike this platform, and it will be For The Many, Not The Few! It will Change Britain's Future – for anteaters, anyway.'
If he were to stand, I imagine his Manifesto would be not dissimilar to Screaming Lord Sutch's Monster Raving Loony Party's.
But more ant-centric.
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