This evening, I attended - as a member of the public - a meeting of the Parish Council Planning Committee. Democracy in action. Good stuff. Of the eight or so members of the committee, four did not speak at all during the entire meeting. Of the rest, two who did speak were obnoxious. One was full of hot air and clearly enjoyed the sound of his own voice; the other might have been wise, but it is impossible to say because he mumbled inaudibly into his beard. Which leaves two, both of whom were well prepared and coherent. Not very exciting stuff. The democratic process is not very exciting stuff, but it's better than all the alternatives.
As to my contribution, I remained shtum until after the meeting, at which point I cornered the local Biodiversity Officer to press my case for action to save Swift colonies in the county of Cambridgeshire. The fact that she was young and pretty did not deter me one jot or tittle.