I want to hear from you

I have been you Councillor now for 6 months and I hope that I am doing a good job.
I also want to hear from you so that you are able to tell me what is right and wrong with your estate.
Every resident in Staple Tye have a right to a Decent Place To Live and I am working hard to provide that for you.

Please get in touch with me if you have any problems or concerns.

Telephone
(01279) 833515
07856 131 146

Fax
(01279) 835473

Postal address
113 Berecroft,
Harlow,
Essex
CM18 7SD

Email: leedangerfield@ntlworld.com

Out and About

Along with lots I said during my campaign I did state that I would get out and about when we don't have an election.
We have now started this and will continue to do so as much as we can so that I can meet as many of you as possible.

Thank you for such a kind reception which backs up my thoughts that the people of Staple Tye ward are the best.

Back after a break

My family and I have just returned from a well earned break.
Thank you so much to all of you that have contacted me within that week and I think now you have all been responded too.

A Big Girls Blouse

Brown Bottles it.



So, Gordon Brown has bottled out of his intention to cash in on the Brown Bounce. Unfortunately his bounce went flat at the first encounter with David Cameron. No contest then?



We’re told he almost did it but, unlike the famous beer once brewed in Essex’s Romford Brewery, Mann’s Brown Ale, he was not Man enough to sup with the Conservatives. Or, as Boris would have it, he’s wimped out, changed into his Big Girl’s Blouse and backed down.



What a shame. We really wanted to give him a drubbing and get it over with. Now it looks as though he has run for cover and is going to put the nation to task for another excruciating year or two while he bleeds us dry. Well Gordon, to quote American boxer Joe Louis, a real man, “You can run, but you can’t hide!”



The losers of course, will be the nation, as Brown’s government slides into more and more debt, while law and order continues out of control, while family breakdown inflicts more misery on those least able to cope and towns like Harlow become swamped by more and more housing of greater and greater density.



We will be there next spring, next summer, next autumn, and the year after, and the year after that, while he clings on to the last days of power like some bunkered dictator. We are ready, anytime, Mr Brown.