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I went to the pub the other day and spoke to a local councillor. We talked planning. I did not tell him what I write about for fear of villagers marching on my house with torches, pitchforks and makeshift gallows.
I don't remember much. Sussex ales tend to do that to me. But what I do recall is that the councillor, a very successful local businessman, said it doesn't matter what central government legislates, prescribes, insists, suggests, or asks nicely for when it comes to delivering more homes.