Published 23 Aug 2018
It cannot be denied that Gill Axminster, HBC’s CEO (Cwissy’s Excuses Officer) certainly divides opinion amongst those of us in the Civic.
One camp firmly believes that she is oblivious to the damage & destruction the SCABAL are doing to the town. One explanation of course is that as a part time God botherer and Harry Potter fan, CAB’s visions and masterplans don’t seem all that ridiculous after all. Not only that but the fact that as she does not live in the town suggests that she doesn’t see the disgraceful state of the buildings and the streets.
In the other camp are those who think she just couldn’t care less. Mind you why should she, the only time the majority of staff are aware she exists is when an email is sent out on her behalf announcing a forthcoming minutes silence. Then, at the month’s end she trousers a ridiculous amount of money for having done what appears to be sod all.
I was trying to think of a way of describing her to those who have no idea who she is and as I saw her wandering aimlessly in the corridors of the civic recently it came to me. Axminster, a council employed Womble (from one of Elizabeth Beresford’s lesser known books) tasked with clearing up the mess created by a hopelessly inept council leader and failing. Overwhelmed by the rapidly increasing amount of crap which is producing a festering mountain, not unlike the landfill at Seaton. Or, as is the case with those CIL carpets, hidden away in the depot at Reed Street. And who is to blame for this whole mess? Well those nasty upper class Tory Wombles in Wimbledon for withdrawing funding of course. Right, altogether now ‘ Underground, overround.....’