WITH deep apologies to Elvis, can I offer this version of one of his greatest hits, in ironic salute to the legend that is Councillor Hugh Hunter.
When no-one else can understand him,
When everything he does is wrong,
He gives us dopes and consternation,
He saps our strength and carries on.
And he’s never there to lend a hand.
In anything we do
That’s the blunder – the blunder of Hugh.
And when he smiles we all get frightened,
He takes his hand and wields an axe,
He chops our theatre and our golf course,
In case they cost more council tax.
I guess we’ll never know the reason why
He hasn’t got a clue.
That’s the blunder – the blunder of Hugh.
Elvis fan,Ayr