|NO POOTER...YOU CAN'T COME|
Pooter is about to come to end of his lucrative £55,000 a year as part time chairmanship of the throughly useless Local Government Association.
He is desperately looking to organise more taxpayer funded jobs so any chance to raise his profile would have been very welcome.
He watched, with envy, charabancs of Westminster's Finest going westwards to patronise the local peasantry and yearned to be squashed up next to Mr Pickles....Mr Pickles, however, was having none of it!
Nothing gives Pooter greater pleasure than commanding his LGA PR team to conjuror up photo opportunities.
Wading around amongst the rhines of Somerset, making ludicrous comments about localism, would have suited him just fine.....