Congratulations to the town council of Bognor for winning my rarely awarded prize of "Pompous Twats of The Year".
Well, way back in 1929 George V allowed the town of Bognor to call itself Bognor Regis.
The city councillors are now having a touch of the Hyacinth Buckets (pronounced "bouquet";)) over the fact that the vast majority of the world calls the pace "Bognor", rather than "Bognor Regis".
Now in the real world, where we are rather worried about the level of public spending, the economy, etc, etc this would not matter one jot.
However, in the rarefied world of Bognor's council (sorry Bognor Regis's council) it matters more than life itself.
As such "officials" from the council have (at no expense to themselves, but at expense to their taxpayers) written to public bodies across Britain asking for the "rude" practice of shortening the name to stop.
The campaign was initiated at a council meeting, where councillors enthusiastically supported the action.
Factoid: George V on his death bed, when being told he would soon be well enough to revisit the town, replied:
Maybe the council will be contacting him via a spiritualist, to correct his mistake too and to elicit an apology from beyond the grave?
As noted, Bognor Town Council well deserving "Pompous Twats of The Year".
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