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After an unsustainable gap, during which I have damaged my shoulder mysteriously (I suspect the influence of great crested newts), we bring you the eighth episode in the unmissable Houseago Diaries. Recently unearthed, these throw new light, not only on the structure and origins of the universe, but on the heroic fight by one Norfolk man against the erosion of life as we know it. Some news of this leaked into the Eastern Daily Press as the end of the last century neared, but we now can reveal in new depth exactly what was going on from a bottom-up perspective. This is Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago’s own story:

September 20, 1997

Long, hot summer. Well, long anyway. Have worked hard on book, but Dorothea keeps interrupting with demands to go to seaside, or at least Erpingham. Scheinlich very quiet. Suspect he’s incapable of writing book. Has no sticking power. I have written ten pages.

Read that Michael Palin, alleged Python humorist, had locomotive named after him. Wrote to British Rail suggesting they should name locomotive after me, as Norfolk legend and anti-newt campaigner. Said was least they could do. Letter redirected to Anglia Railways. Apparently British Rail disbanded. Bad news. Liked British Rail: gave you warm feeling unless waiting for train on windswept platform. Said Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago obviously great name for train. Rolled off tongue. Would sort out Suffolk. Strange reaction: asked me if I was going off rails. Very funny. Said was not expecting Spanish Inquisition. Palin not only humorist round here.

October 4, 1997

Still no sign of newts. Have I won? Rejection of train idea has spurred me to greater efforts. Have written 11 pages. Decided to get in public eye again and claimed upstart Andy Green (who he?) had stolen my land speed world record, set just after second world war in combine harvester with Spitfire engine. Said found Spitfire engine in field. Nice touch: Spitfire very popular; so will get people on my side. Maybe should not have said run took place on disused rail line near Dereham. Bit hard to believe. Dorothea, 104, did not help by saying I completed one run but did not come back again. Still, she did say: “Shrimp may have gone faster.” But not as positive as would have liked.

Have spread rumour that will be making demonstration run on combine harvester next week at Tunstead Trosh. Won’t, of course. Combine harvester dismantled years ago.

October 20, 1997

Dorothea suggests could locate great crested newts on Internewt. Think she is getting delusional, due to absence of Len “Kissme” Hardy, who she claims to hardly know. Almost pun : most unlike her. She must be desperate. Don’t know what wholefood chef is anyway. What is wholefood? All of it? Tunstead Trosh cancelled. Rain.

November 5, 1997

Forget wholefood, I say. Have decided not to be jealous of Dorothea and wholefood chef. Probably nothing in it. Instead have devised brilliant anti-newt PR coup. Suggested they are behind bid to erect giant mobile phone mast at Burnham Market, in Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. No-one likes mobile phone masts – even people with mobile phones – especially in beautiful areas. To blame newts for ugliness will arouse natives against them.

November 8, 1997

In further brilliant move, suggested newts jealous of otters, which Suffolk Wildlife Trust says now live in every river valley in county. Not sure how many river valleys in Suffolk. Pity it was Suffolk, but probably in Norfolk too. Newts are “endangered” species (so they say); so obviously they would hate more successful species. Otters also bigger. Wonder if otters eat newts. Possibly wholefood. Must check.

November 17, 1997

As final touch, released quote to press, which appeared today: “This is just like them (newts). They don’t care about the countryside at all. They just want to be noticed. I should keep an eye on the Yarmouth area.” Naturally don’t want Yarmouth people to be left out. They can turn a bit nasty. Not that don’t like Yarmouth. Oh, no. Very good chips.

Wonder if chips are wholefood.

December 1, 1997

Newts have hit back with attempt to take moral high ground in battle for city street. Probably aiming to become People’s Newts, but no chance. Claimed to have kidnapped Teletubbies, which is sure sign of desperation. Newts “angry” at decision to close St Faith’s Lane. Ha! Was so annoyed that said some pretty rash things, like no one knew where St Faith’s Lane was and also was rat run. Obviously rats denied this. Dorothea said I had drunk a bit too much and took phone away from me, but it was too late. All went in paper. I worry about journalists, sometimes. They seem to believe anything you tell them.

See Scheinlich is claiming severe pressure on space-time continuum in Hingham Autonomous Republic following local football team’s 36-0 victory over Swanton Morley United. Not fair, really. Hingham almost national team, and Swanton Morley only village. Possibly Hingham team have proper coaches (Italian) and eat specialist diet. Maybe wholefood.

December 15, 1997

Disaster. Festive season ruined. Idiots at Wildlife Trust and English Nature have put great crested newts near top of “at risk” species. Nearly as gullible as journalists. Only way newts at risk is if I get near them. Told EDP it was preposterous: “We need protecting from them. They’ll be claiming diplomatic immunity next.”

Should not have said that. Obvious reasons. Appalled that in Suffolk (of course) scores of newts (at risk! ha!) saved from certain “death by digger” on housing development at Framlingham. Special ditches, fences and drain covers provided for them at great expense. Outrageous. So furious, made far-fetched accusation about newts and black market beef. Said: “No smoke without fire.” True, but irrelevant. No-one likely to notice, though. Could beef be wholefood?

December 31, 1997

Christmas pretty disastrous. Dorothea got annoyed when I asked if turkey was wholefood, then asked same question about Christmas pudding, mincepies and brandy snaps. No need for her to throw brandy snaps, though. No sign of Len “Kissme” Hardy. Prof Scheinlich popped in for bottle or two of vodka and said Hingham losing all connection with reality. Asked what reality was, but Scheinlich too tired to reply.

Prediction in EDP that newts will be taken off “at risk” register next June. Excellent news. However, same article forecasts aliens landing at Yarmouth in October, and no-one noticing. Possible, I suppose.

More from the Houseago Diaries next week

In this seventh episode of the Houseago Diaries, the recently unearthed publishing phenomenon of the decade, Norfolk hero Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago has various theories and finds himself involved with anchor, a comet riddle and the Hingham Autonomous Republic. Meanwhile, does Dorothea have a guilty secret?

May 24, 1997

Dorothea turned up. Had been on holiday at South Creake. She met wholefood chef Len “Kissme” Hardy in pub. Very suspicious. Must keep closer eye on her. She says book would not be long enough and will have to introduce sub-plots. Dorothea suggested secret history of wholefood chef. Even more suspicious. Decided to include riddle of Comet Hole-Bipp. Will claim key being guarded by secret society. Where?

May 25, 1997

Needs to be somewhere exotic, in the Fens. Maybe Three Holes. Key could be in one of them. Not sure if there actually are three holes: probably just bizarre Fen name, like Barroway Drove. Make it Ten Mile Bank. Must mention ancient star map. Everyone does. Can’t fail.

June 2, 1997

Have released news of book to press, but EDP rang me and asked me why I was writing it. Before had time to think, said I needed the money because marrying Dorothea. Totally out of my mind. Will have to go into hiding. Will write book at same time, if can concentrate. Newts seem to be lying low.

June 5, 1997

Decided to hide in Hingham. May be mistake. Met strange alleged scientist with German name in pub, who claimed town was centre of distortion in space-time continuum. What is space-time continuum? Suspect something to do with Europe, especially as worms seem to be involved. Probably shouldn’t have mentioned great crested newts. Scientist – name of Scheinlich – claims he has seen them gathering in Scout Hut. Why would newts gather in Scout Hut? Suspect Dorothea has been sneaking out to see someone.

June 9, 1997

Am convinced Dorothea is seeing wholefood chef with comet mania. Item in EDP claims Scheinlich (who is professor, apparently) has disturbing theory, but am not interested. Am interested in line mentioning exploding rabbits and wholefood chef, all of whom appear to be in Hingham. If “Kissme” Hardy in Hingham, then threat to life as we know it. Will have to watch Dorothea like hawk.

June 10, 1997

Book hard to write. Getting nowhere, because have to spend nearly all spare time watching Dorothea. Have not seen Hardy, but Prof V A R Scheinlich (discovered full name) seems more interesting than I thought. Apparently Hingham not in Norfolk at all, but Autonomous Republic. Good place to hide.

June 30, 1997

All going well, but bit nervous after reading in EDP of amazing scientific discovery called “anchor” – element which clings to geographical locations and pins them to the earth’s crust. Apparently Norfolk towns are susceptible to lack of anchor, which is a bit weak in certain areas, like Hingham. Suspect global warming, or hole in ozone layer. Now will have to check every morning to see if still in same place. How will I know? Hingham could move altogether; then you wouldn’t know until you tried to leave. Must ring Mrs Hicks, my aunt, who lives in Erpingham, to see if she is still there and I am still here.

July 14, 1997

Cannot settle. Hardy character seems to have vanished. Dorothea very quiet, even for someone of 104. No luck with book. Scheinlich rattles on a lot about mysterious happenings in Hingham, but what has happened to newts? Some people can’t get priorities right.

July 28, 1997

The nerve! Scheinlich writing book on Hingham and Wormhole Phenomenon. Presume work of fiction with philosophical overtones. Very German. Claims he does not know what is going on; so how can he write book? Should leave books to people who are experts in things like great crested newts. Went home after learning of Scheinlich presumption and wrote two pages. May call book “The Newt Crusade”. Will work hard on it and beat Scheinlich to publication.

The next episode will appear in two weeks’ time.

The sixth episode of our fearless revelation of the Houseago Diaries, whose existence until now has been a well-kept secret. They reveal the gradual infiltration of Norfolk by great-crested newts, under the guise of an endangered species, and the heroic fight by Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago to thwart their evil plans. This week sees the unexpected, possibly sinister, arrival of a wholefood chef on the scene, and the approach of a comet.

March 17, 1997

Had bout of flu during week, which accounted for ludicrous story appearing in EDP today. At least, assume it was some kind of delusion. Newt rock group supposed to be touring country. Dorothea took advantage of my sickness to give press quote: “You can never tell with newts. We’re more middle of the road ourselves.” What does she mean? Am not middle of road. Am more middle of field, or up hill – given the chance. Feeling bit depressed, Possibly flu. Possibly not.

March 22, 1997

Bit concerned about suspicious crowd called Suffolk Amphibian and Reptile Group. Can it be missing newts? Thought their group was called Newt. (Should have been Blur, but already taken.) Decided not to comment to press. Do not want to give impression have no idea what is going on, or care. Still feeling dodgy. Will be unavailable for comment. Sounds as if doing something important. Hingham very quiet.

March 30, 1997

Decided to take initiative and announce that newt consortium which threatened to overrun Norfolk people had been disbanded. Said: “This is a triumph for common sense, persistence and threatened species everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Wymondham, anyway.” Possibly could have left out last bit, which sounded not quite as statesmanlike as first sentence. Still, strikes nice victorious note. Dorothea impressed. Wonder if paper will print it.

March 31, 1997

Did. Also disturbing item on comet headed for North-West Norfolk. Apparently spotted by Hindolveston wholefood chef called Len “Kissme” Hardy. Odd name. Could be in code. Wonder if newts involved. No, of course not. Getting paranoid.

Hardy says comet called Hole-Bipp and heading for “Stanhoe and South Creake, or possibly Birmingham”. Suspect Hardy has problem with Global Positioning System he got for Christmas. Cannot expect much more from chef, especially wholefood one. Perhaps I’ll write to him. Hole-Bipp said to be orbiting black hole near Reepham. Do not know much about astronomy, but this seems impossible. Must check.

April 7, 1997

More bizarre stuff about Hingham in paper. Don’t pretend to understand it. Something to do with Scout Hut and new form of democracy. Sounds newtish. Still, have no plans to go to Hingham. Chef claims error in comet calculations. No surprise to me. But where newts?

April 14, 1997

Still no sign of newts. But idiot chef putting together expedition to find Comet Hole-Bipp, which he claims has landed in murky area called The Saints, near Bungay. Have no desire to go to Saints. Have heard stories of people missing there for weeks, maybe years. Chef says comet difficult to pin down. Would have thought comets easy to pin down. Does chef know what he’s talking about?

April 21, 1997

Turning out to be strange month. Dorothea missing; also newts. Can’t both be hibernating. “Kissme” Hardy apparently lost in The Saints. No surprise there.

April 28, 1997

No newts – but EDP reports exploding rabbits on Beccles Common.

Strange development in field of small mammals, which so far have shown no tendency to blow up. Suspect involvement of newts, aiming to destabilise life as we know it. Rabbits should be docile creatures disappearing into distance. Must get some sleep.

May 5, 1997

Errant chef emerges from Bungay badlands, apparently unscathed. Not sure if this good thing. Claims to have found no trace of comet, amazingly. EDP has gone into prophecy mode, predicting that temporary closure of Castle Meadow, Norwich, to cars is example of Hingham Democracy. Will never open again. Do not believe EDP on this one. If cannot trust city council, who can you trust?

May 19, 1997

Must have dozed off. According to someone called Toadof (obviously pseudonym), great crested newts interfering with elderly drivers in Wymondham area. Have doubts about this. Sounds like excuse by elderly drivers to explain dithering. On other hand, am elderly driver myself. Maybe something in newts theory, but don’t recall seeing any for long time. Maybe don’t exist. Feel tired. Must do something.

May 21, 1997

Got it. Will write book.

May 22, 1997

What about?

May 23, 1997

Of course. Will write about disappearance of great crested newt colony. Am expert on newts. Will expose fearlessly. Publish and be damned. Well, prefer not to be damned. Just publish.

This is the fifth episode of our much sought-after serialisation of the Houseago Diaries, recently unearthed in parts of Norwich. It reveals unexpected background events to the heroic  fight by Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago against the great crested newts who attempted to take over Norfolk in the years leading up to the turn of the century. And after.

“A vital historical document” – Prof V A R Scheinlich

Earlier episodes also available on this site.

February 2, 1997

In brilliant PR move, have announced huge protest over newt plans to run bypass across allotments. Said seven pensioners had climbed trees, and team barricaded itself in tunnel under pond. Team led by Dorothea, who should get out more. Journo asked how this would help. Replied wittily that it was better than watching light entertainment on TV. No-one could argue with that. Everyone behind us now.

February 3, 1997

Counter-attack by newts, who said they would wait until we got fed up, and then carry on with road. They underestimate badly staying power of Norfolk pensioners. Will fight on, and on, and on.

February 6, 1997

Have given up. Irritatingly, newt estimate of perseverance time-scale spot on. Hard to stay in trees or under pond when nothing happening. No sign of road being built.

February 10, 1997

Disturbing news: poohsticks to go metric. Almost as bad as newts. Disintegration of life as we know it. European Commission to blame, as usual. Have nothing better to do. Should find them work elsewhere. Fighting newts, perhaps. Or coypu.

Meanwhile Dorothea drank a little too much punch – she has acquired real taste for it since Christmas – and said too much about newt plans to go on the Internewt. Seemed to think it was some kind of missile. She should really ask me first, since am always abreast of technological breakthroughs. Have Sky. Pointed out e-mails would not be flying all over place, at least not in sense that you could see them or shoot them down. Well, sometimes you could shoot them down, but only if arguments were very weak. Dorothea dug deeper pit for herself when she found newts were using mice (mouses?) to work their computers. Demanded to know whose side mice were on. Embarrassing.

February 23, 1997

Strange day. Was questioned at length by people claiming to be government inspectors from Ofnewt. Would not have believed word of it, but know government inspectors behave oddly. Ofsted, for instance, do nothing but produce reams and reams of paper, far as I can see. Apparently Ofnewt suspicious because newts have disappeared. Would be good news, but don’t trust newts. Probably hiding. Ofnewt seem trifle naive. Think Dorothea and I may have kidnapped newts. Good idea in theory, but where would we put them? In huge newt barn? Newts can escape from anywhere. Would not know how to catch them in first place.

Told Ofnewt was mystified – not just by newts but by life in general. Ofnewt not amused. Toad representative suggested newts were hibernating, but no-one believes this.

February 24, 1997

Could not believe Ofnewt quote in paper. “We suspect a hidden agenda. We have to. There wouldn’t be enough paperwork otherwise.” No doubt true, but would never say it. Whitehall bound to recall Ofnewt. Ofheads. Ofcourse.

March 3, 1997

Report of Ofnewt published. Government inspectors have decided no truth in claim that newts annihilated by colony of Norfolk people. Amazing. Government inspectors usually take two years to announce sky is blue, based on extensive research. Of course newts not annihilated. If you could annihilate newts, would have done it. Turns out Ofnewt is also regulator for public houses and small owls, which is not so surprising. Juxtaposition not strong point of governments, or inspectors.

Report said to run to 2488 pages, most of which are probably the same. Since no-one reads government reports, we shall never know. Less surprisingly, Ofnewt intend to introduce “certain regulations, standards, attainment targets, key assessments, league tables, vouchers and general interference”. Typical. Can’t even find newts, but still want to regulate them. All governments seem to suffer from delusion that you can solve problems by setting targets. Personally, have target of living to 200. No support, even from Dorothea.

March 10, 1997

Group of newts discovered under rock at Wymondham, but Government refuses to recognise them. Not bad idea. Still, felt bound to describe inspectors’ report as “ridiculous, unreadable and an ideal doorstop”. Added in inspired moment that newts waiting to expand again and “if there’s anything worse than a group of newts, it’s a rock group”. Humour good weapon. Wonder what newts really up to.

Noticed that odd things happening in Hingham. Probably not newts, but you never know. Odd form of democracy being pioneered, where majority ignored. Sounds like newts. Must keep eye on it.

This is the fourth episode of the Houseago Diaries, the recently unearthed unique historical record of one man’s struggle against bureaucracy and newts. It forms a background for, not to mention insights into, the articles originally published in the Eastern Daily Press, Norwich, around the turn of the century. Earlier episodes are archived only on this site.

December 25, 1996

Could not do idiotic quiz in local paper. Still, Dorothea seemed to like her present: six bottles of Norfolk punch. She has put them away somewhere. No plans to do anything much. Newts bound to be quiet over holiday period. Everyone is.

December 31, 1996

Happy New Year – not. Bastard newts have taken advantage of our religious observance and general lack of mobility to announce plans to drive supernewtway through hamlet occupied by rare Norfolk people. Apparently idea is “to make life easier for everyone”. Ha! Why do we want easier life? Anyway, have never heard of newt jams. Suspect they do not exist. Supernewtways quite different from bypasses and dual carriageways, which are good things, avoiding congestion and pollution. No-one wants newts to get anywhere quickly. Bad enough at present speeds.

Not sure where threatened hamlet is: newts rather vague. Since was unable to comment on newt evil, eccentric Ernest Woodfolk, of Association to Preserve Everything that Moves, said he would launch far-reaching campaign of protest. Woodfolk incapable of launching toy yacht. Must try and get out of this chair. Where Dorothea?

 January 1, 1997

Turns out Dorothea making idiotic new year resolutions, with help of Norfolk Punch. Resolved not to lie about her age. Absurd. Has lied about age so long, she doesn’t know how old she is. She also resolved not to take back seat in future. Haven’t noticed this in past. Myself resolved to wipe great crested newts off face of earth, and Wymondham. Also coypu, if not already extinct. Quietly confident.

January 6, 1997

Might have known newts would get in on act. Have resolved not to harass rare colony of Norfolk people – ie us. Say they want to be good neighbours. Do not believe it. Dorothea, in bid not to take back seat, released ridiculous or possibly satirical statement “welcoming newt initiative”. Why are newts not hibernating? Don’t newts hibernate? We should be told. Are cold-blooded, aren’t they?

January 13, 1997

Bizarre item in paper about Newt Gingrich, who seems to be foreigner. Who would call a child Newt? Might as well call it Brooklyn, or Zowie. Suspect newts are trying to cloud issue. Obvious red herring. Have decided to ignore it.

January 20, 1997

Newts clearly going mad. Have announced they will travel round world by balloon. Obvious publicity stunt, especially as they say it isn’t. They won’t go. Newts hopeless balloonists. On other hand, could contact poisonous foreign newts and import them. Need to keep eye on progress, if any. Where Dorothea? Have decided to subscribe to Rare View Mirror, journal devoted to recording strange sights. Newts bound to be in there eventually.

January 24, 1997

Suddenly realised newt ballooning was scheme to drop things on our heads in overflying blitzkrieg. Will they stop at nothing? Had to act fast. Put round rumour of UFO and wild cat alert in Fakenham area, and newts forced to land by public opinion, or Tornado, or both. Stupid journo asked me what newts could possibly drop on Norfolk people’s heads. Said: “Toads, probably.” Seemed to believe me. Added that large number of Norfolk people were allergic to toads. He took it down in shorthand. Refusal of newts to hibernate becoming annoying.

January 27, 1997

Journalists will believe anything. Toad quote appeared in paper.

Episode three of the recently unearthed Houseago Diaries, which chronicle the struggles of Norfolk hero Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago against an attempted takeover by great crested newts. Occasional reports of this struggle were published in the Eastern Daily Press, Norwich, between 1995 and 2006

Earlier episodes of the Diaries are archived on this site.

November 16, 1996

Not to be put off, have come back with fresh publicity coup, applying for protected status for colony of Norfolk people. Probably won’t get far, but satirically sound. In brilliant move (said Dorothea), pointed out that great crested newts in Suffolk had access to wartime bomb site, which could give them nuclear capacity. All Norfolk people suspicious of Suffolk. Combination of Suffolk, wartime, bombs and “aggressive” newts guaranteed to put me in best possible light. May be regarded as saviour of county. Will speak to vicar. Perhaps could stand for office of some kind. Would like to be mayor of something. Great crested newts could be blessing in disguise. Must not say so, obviously. They are evil threat to humanity. Probably Communist, or right-wing. Or both.

November 25, 1996

Feeling a bit strange after triumph of last week. Probably going down with something. Could newts be into biological warfare? Probably not, but must be careful. Must cut down on Real Ale, for instance, though more likely cheap Chardonnay which Dorothea brought home in burst of activity is to blame. Or something going round.

Got Ms Goodchild, 104, to issue statement as “deputy spokesperson” for Norfolk colony, saying influx of unusual birds into Norfolk, with accompanying twitchers, was newt masterplan. Probably not good idea, on reflection. Dorothea quoted as saying you could never tell how newts did things, which sounds like real politician. She must not get ideas above station. So told her off for suggesting nuclear story was smokescreen by newts – could have got much more mileage out of it. Birds not as frightening as nuclear device, on the whole. Nor twitchers. Just odd. No problem if you carry large stick.

December 2, 1996

Feel a bit better. Unexpected “help” from natterjack toads, who accuse expansionist great crested newts of giving wildlife bad name. Wildlife already has bad name. It is wild. Not sure about toads. Don’t know which way they’ll jump, though newts say they’re jumping to conclusions (very funny). What are they up to? Must ask Dorothea.

What shall I get Dorothea for Christmas? When you’re 104 you don’t want anything else. You want someone to take stuff away. Maybe will offer to take stuff away. (What stuff? Must be careful.)

December 9, 1996

Newt wrote letter to EDP, complaining that great crested newts threatened by Norfolk people, not vice versa. Bold move, but obviously incredible. No-one will take any notice. Norfolk people never threaten anyone. They do not move quickly enough. (Also Norwich City FC.)

December 16

Bought present for Dorothea, but cannot reveal what it is. She may read this. Quite excited because both to appear on television, explaining horror of newt expansion plans to veteran interviewer Jeremy Paxton, 89, of North Creake. Will suggest newts should be served with injunction and use several legal phrases which should impress viewers. May go for judicial review, or injunction. Will say res ipsa loquitur, in case lawyers are listening. Lawyers love that kind of thing. Would not want newts to get lawyer. Could blow whole thing wide open. Or not. Lawyers could avoid issue to get more money.

December 22, 1996

TV appearance cancelled to make time for extra darts. No point. Saw appalling nativity play at local church. Can only have been put on by consortium of newts. Left out all essential stuff: no angels with tinfoil halos, no cardboard animals, no plastic doll. Three wise men looked very much like toads to me. Well known that natterjack toads do not come from East and are not particularly wise. They just know which way to jump. In that respect they are very much like coypu, which I believe are slowly taking over our local government system. May have to tackle that issue one day, but mustn’t get sidetracked now. Have condemned newt play as “tasteless” on behalf of colony of Norfolk people.

“Tasteless” always good criticism: doesn’t mean anything, but you can’t reply to it without appearing to support tastelessness or having no taste of your own. Am feeling very much in Christmas spirit.

Here is the second episode of the Houseago Diaries – recently unearthed and presented exclusively here. They relate in astonishing detail the ongoing battle of Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago against great crested newts, who threaten to destroy the Norfolk way of life. More episodes will follow on a weekly basis.

October 10, 1996

According to conservationist Eileen Dagenstit, we in Wymondham are only remaining enclave of real Norfolk people. Find this hard to believe. Find conservationists hard to believe generally, like environmentalists. Probably same thing.

October 17, 1996

Quiet week, until read in EDP that Prime Minister John Major was right behind us and anti-newt. Since he also said he was proposing to privatise them, suspect he doesn’t really understand the problem, like most politicians (whatever the problem). Reporter said I was unavailable for comment, which is fair translation of what I actually said. Some things cannot be commented on. 

October 24, 1996

Astonished to see that great crested newts had hit back at suggestions they were harassing Norfolk people. Apparently they made pledge to preserve us and said: “We might even charge an entrance fee.” Did not know newts had sense of humour, but can’t believe they’re serious. Obviously no-one believes anyone who makes a pledge; so they really are threatening us with extinction. Pledge to fight to the last sand dune. They shall not pass. Dorothea agrees.

November 3, 1996

In pro-active mode, released news to press that newts were appearing on residents’ doorsteps and offering to cut down trees. Pointed out that many real Norfolk people were to be found in trees. This stretching truth a trifle, but in war against newts anything goes. No-one likes strangers – newts or not – appearing on doorstep, especially while television on. Suspicious. Could be religious, or selling windows, or both. Think I’ve got public opinion on my side. Dorothea critical, but she has integrity problem. Even persuaded gullible journo that newts had applied for planning permission. Public always panicked by idea of planning permission: they suspect planning committee will pass anything it can’t understand, which is nearly everything. So more anti-newt feeling generated. Good day’s work. Should be in paper tomorrow.

November 4, 1996

Was. Excellent. 

November 11, 1996

Another public relations coup. Managed to persuade EDP to print that great crested newts drank too much, and were ambitious. War going very well. 

November 12, 1996

May have overplayed my hand. Dorothea points out that people who drink too much are folk heroes, unless they kill someone. Everyone who appears in court for violence and says they drank too much gets sentence halved. Strange. Should also not have said no-one knew what newts would do next. Makes them sound exciting, unlike Norfolk people, who talk about doing different, but do the same. Except me, obviously.

For more than ten years over the turn of the century I wrote a commentary page in the Eastern Daily Press, published in Norwich. A feature of the page (some said the only good reason for its existence) were the regular reports on the activities of Norfolk hero Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago and his battle against a group of sinister great crested newts who were attempting to subvert the Norfolk way of life, among other things.

I am happy to report that I have recently unearthed the Houseago Diaries, covering a period of almost two years from October 1996. These give Mr Houseago’s own views on the events reported in the EDP, and I feel it is important, not to say vital, to give them publicity. I will therefore be serialising them here over the next few weeks and, possibly, months.

October 4, 1996

Could not sleep last night. Had series of bizarre dreams, none of which seemed to make any sense. Asked my fiancee Dorothea about them when I woke, but she didn’t make any sense either, which is not surprising as she is 104. At least, that is what she says. She has certainly been around a long time.

In my dream things were falling out of the sky, but not bombs. Seemed to be speed limit signs, except that they were all very low speeds, and you would think that in the future we would be able to go faster. Very odd. No-one saw them coming, because everyone was looking down, and they hit quite a few people on the head; there were pools of blood all over the place.

Then a place called Hingham, which is somewhere I have only passed through once or twice. Something which looked like a Scout Hut was being blown backwards and forwards, and there seemed to be a kind of wormhole effect, like you get on Star Trek. Suddenly this comet hurtled out of the sky and plunged into a black hole which seemed to be in the middle of a map of Norfolk.

Then got mixed up with this party of men who were hunting coypu, and we seemed to be lost and got tangled up with lots of discarded fishing tackle. Thought coypu were extinct. But most vivid scene of all was this great army of what appeared to be newts, marching towards me with weapons of all kinds. In fact were about to trample all over me when I woke up. Thought I’d better make a note in case it all fitted together later, like jigsaw.

Put it down to dodgy beef on bone from Jones the Butcher. He has his own supply. Do not trust Welshman who wants to live in Norfolk. Makes no sense. No mountains.

Decided to have quiet day. Was going quite well until happened on copy of yesterday’s Eastern Daily Press, delivered late by recalcitrant newspaper woman on scooter. Amazing item on page nine: “A consortium of great crested newts has put in a planning application to extend its ‘green swathe’ home just outside Wymondham. This plea is expected to be turned down, however, following objections by one of the few remaining small groups of Norfolk people, who say they have a right of way over the disputed land. Conservationists say that the existence of Norfolk people would be threatened by the newt expansion plans. Natterjack toad representatives are backing the newt application.”

Stunned, not to say flabbergasted. Am one of last remaining Norfolk people. Live just outside Wymondham. Great crested newts threatening my very existence. Toads beneath contempt. Everything begins to make sense. Well, some things. Am determined to resist on the beaches, etc. Blood, sweat and tears. I see it now. It’s all up to me. Have been chosen to stand alone against the newt onslaught. Will ask Dorothea to stand with me. Remote possibility. But will be hero anyway.

October 8, 1996

Have been thinking a lot about newts. Walked on green swathe. Saw no newts. Must be experts in camouflage. Dorothea less than enthusiastic about anti-newt crusade, but I insisted. She will come through in end. Like cavalry, only earlier.

October 9, 1996

Decided to be pro-active. Apparently this is good: read it on business page when looking for cartoon. Issued press release to defend Norfolk people against ruthless newts. Said: “There are only a few of us left. And we’ve forgotten almost all the Norfolk dialect we knew. Some people came over from London the other day, and they could understand everything we were saying. Those newts have got to be stopped, or we won’t survive.”

Pack of lies, naturally. People from London never come near Wymondham, because can’t pronounce it. And know Norfolk dialect very well – just never use it because Dorothea allergic. So she says. Still, first blow in war against vicious newts. No such thing as bad publicity. Well maybe item saying Houseago mad fool and should stay in bed at age of 97 might be bad publicity, but also libel if newts said it. Could collect large sums from newt coffers. (Do newts have coffers? Or large sums?)

To be continued