by Stephen Tall on January 11, 2007
My Headington ward colleague and fellow (if, ahem, occasional) blogger, David Rundle, is well-known locally for his love of arcane argot, the bon mots and mots justes. In fact, he’ll do pretty much anything to avoid the lingua franca. Chacun à son gout, I guess.
So it’s a bit of a shock to see him taken to task in the Oxford Mail for lapsing into, erm, earthier language at a Council meeting. The Insider gossip column reports:
David Rundle, the sartorially elegant and usually mild-mannered deputy leader of Oxford City Council, arrived at Monday’s executive board meeting a little slacked-tongued, judging by his comments about the work of colleagues at County Hall.
He caused a sharp intake of breath from those sat around the table – and a red-faced grin from leader John Goddard – when he used the words “silly b**ers” – and in front of the new interim chief executive as well.
Tut, tut, David.
Zut alors! But, David – ‘Je ne regrette rien’…?