‘Mustn’t Grumble’ is a new and occasional feature that will appear when I, rather than explode, will find it necessary to have a very British rant: No.1. The Councils
1852: “As to Corporations, Parishes, Vestry Boards and similar gatherings of jolter-headed clods who assemble to exchange such speeches that, by Heaven! they ought to be worked in quicksilver mines for the short remainder of their miserable existence… how thick skulls may become”: Mr Boythorn, Bleak House by Charles Dickens.
2016: So, not much has changed then… Continue reading