Durrington - Tit Nore in the Sussex Shire

 
Letter in the Herald 17 Jan

ONCE upon a time there existed a beautiful land of fields and woods and ponds, full of wild things, a tranquil place, a restful place, a paradise. It was called Tit Nore and was part of the Sussex shire.

But, because it was so lovely and vulnerable it attracted the attention of greedy ones called developers, keen to make oodles of money by smothering Tit Nore with brick boxes in accordance with the desires of their master, the dark lord called Prescott, he of the two Jags and, in the season of election of the two jabs. Then, with Tit Nore covered by brick boxes, hordes of beings called Teen-Agers could come to dwell in them and make Tit Nore really fit for the twenty-first century by distributing lots of garbage; by adding decorations called graffiti; and by livening up Tit Nore with rock music and petty crime.

The people of the Sussex shire did not want the foolish planners and the greedy developers to destroy Tit Nore and they pleaded with the ones called Elected to stop it. They pointed out that the elected ones in the Kent shire had told the dark lord to get lost, and they wondered mightily why the elected ones of the Sussex shire could not find the courage to do the same, but the only answer they received was a deafening silence.

And so, in the fullness of time, the greedy ones called developers got their wicked way and did destroy Tit Nora, as they had destroyed Ash Ington and Ang Mering and Tit Nore was but a memory. But, already, the eyes of the greedy ones had turned again to the south, to the land men call Gor Inggap.

C C Knappitt
Worthing