I've always been aware that if I fall asleep on the train and miss my Zone 2 stop I'm likely to wake up in Bexley, a sort of terrifying maze of millions of 1930s bungalows and privet hedges. I've never really thought it had a council, believing perhaps it was run as a sort of colony by the Daily Express, but it seems not only does it have a council but that council has some serious questions of real substance to be answered about the activities of its officers and members.
A local blogger is facing jail for being very rude about one of them (HT Fausty). The whole affair looks in need of a much wider airing; it looks at least as though the courts have been misled. Time for some daylight on the whole affair, I think