Quotes About Councillor

Councillor: But – I thought you said the new Heterodyne was a girl? Vanamonde von Mekkhan: She is. That's just the boyfriend. Councillor: That's – we're … we're going to have to break out those little iron cages for their children, aren't we? Vanamonde von Mekkhan: Uh-huh.

I became a councillor back in 1971, so if by this stage in politics I'm making lots of big mistakes, then I shouldn't be here.

So you cannot teach me a great deal about the shady in life. I was in the family of a Middlesex County Councillor. In

When I was a GLC councillor, we won and held London as Labour was imploding nationally - running popular campaigns against the Thatcher Government and fighting on our own agenda.

In 1985, as a community activist and GLC councillor, I organised the first ever public meeting to explain the threat of a third runway at Heathrow airport for my local community.

I came back from university thinking I knew all about politics and racism, not knowing my dad had been one of the youngest-serving Labour councillors in the town and had refused to work in South Africa years ago because of the situation there. And he's never mentioned it - you just find out. That's a real man to me. A sleeping lion.

Firstly, being a local councillor, he was probably a cunt! A real 'book-waving-starch-underpants-wearing-precedent - quoting-sub-section-paragraph-thee-looking-up' sort of arsehole who lived his life by the numbers and reported his neighbours if they so much as tried to put up a bird-table without planning permission.

Bless spinster Aunt Hilda, hitherto considered eccentric, once a suffragette, a schoolmistress, and finally a county councillor, now waving posthumously the wand of a fairy godmother.