It seems Councillor Bartlett was listening to the show all along and ignoring both his phone and the on-air calls for him to do what he said he'd do, and take part. I won't insult the poultry industry by calling him 'chicken', because chickens are veritable Rambos compared to this vaguely man-shaped invertebrate.
To be fair, it might have taken him half an hour to work out what the ringing sound was, because antismokers aren't very bright. Maybe he forgot his name and thought they were asking someone else to answer. Maybe he was washing his hair. The one on the left.
Anyway, Frank has a good summary of the occasion, and no doubt Dick Puddlecote will respond too.
I can't get there on Saturday. Damn. Never mind, stupidity as concentrated as Bartlett's must surely be contagious so there's bound to be a nearby councillor trying it soon.
I'm sure we'll all get a chance to play.