Sunday, 18 March 2018

On Reconciliation

On Reconciliation

One day, an old man was walking along a beach that was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed ashore by the high tide. As he walked he came upon a young boy who was eagerly throwing the starfish back into the ocean, one by one.

Puzzled, the man looked at the boy and asked what he was doing. Without looking up from his task, the boy simply replied, “I’m saving these starfish, Sir”.

The old man chuckled aloud, “Son, there are thousands of starfish and only one of you. What difference can you make?”

The boy picked up a starfish, gently tossed it into the water and turning to the man, said, “I made a difference to that one!” 

Sometime this year, perhaps by the summer, or maybe by the end of the year, I think it is very likely that there will just be one lifeboat charity in Jersey. As pretty well all commentators on either side have noted, there really is no room for two operations.

And with that will come hurt, upset, wounded pride, and disappointment. With any charitable enterprise, there are ordinary people who support charity events, take out charity boxes, look for small ways in which they can “do their bit”.

These are the people of the starfish parable, those who are not the big names, not the crews who go out to save lives and risk their own. They cannot do that, but they do their own small bit, and make an emotional investment: they make a commitment.

The late Stephen Jay Gould said that we should not overlook the “10,000 acts of kindness, too often unnoted and invisible as the ’ordinary’' efforts of a vast majority.” These “uncountable deeds of kindness” make a difference.

But when an enterprise comes to an end, when it is acknowledged that for everything, there is a time and place, a time to live and a time to die, there will be very much a time of grief over what has been lost, over all those small efforts that seem to have been pointless.

They are not pointless, of course, because they point to the fundamental decency and compassion of ordinary human beings. It is the way we travel on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho and how we respond to that calls help others, that call to the heart, that is just as important.

But what is not needed is gloating by those victorious, or for that matter, anger at the other parties by those who are not: the cause that survived, while yours did not. They acted in good faith just as you did. They wanted to help in a small way, to contribute to saving lives, to making the world a better place. They acted for the same motives, the same good motives, for the same good ends: to help other people.

What is needed, which is always hard, is reconciliation and forgiveness. Forgiveness is a hard thing. It is easy when there is no hurt, no pain, no grief, but where there is, anger can the response: to hit out at the others, to see the world in black and white, just us and them. Forgiveness is perhaps the hardest thing anyone can do, because the things that truly need forgiving are usually those that hurt the deepest.

But until there is a breaking of the barriers, there cannot be reconciliation and peace, where there was enmity.

So whatever the outcome of the lifeboat saga, don’t forget the unseen people, the ordinary people, the people who put their heart and soul into this, only to have their hearts broken. And it may well feel like that to them.

Reconciliation is a very difficult and slow process, but it is our only hope for a better future. Mennonite peace builder John Paul Lederach describes it as "a meeting ground where trust and mercy have met, and where justice and peace have kissed."

For Christians, reconciliation is at the heart of the gospel message. The apostle Paul says in the letter to the Ephesians:

“‘For he [Jesus the Messiah] himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, by setting aside in his flesh the law with its commands and regulations. His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.”

Hostility and anger end in the cross, when we try to crucify others for the hurt they have caused us. We don't need to go down that path. Kazuo Ishiguro in his book, "When We Were Orphans", tells us that just like the starfish parable with which we started, it is small steps by ordinary people which take us on that path:

“Perhaps one day, all these conflicts will end, and it won't be because of great statesmen or churches or organisations like this one. It'll be because people have changed. They'll be like you, Puffin. More a mixture. So why not become a mongrel? It's healthy.”

Saturday, 17 March 2018

A Brief History of Hawking

My poem today is a brief tribute to Stephen William Hawking CH CBE FRS FRSA (8 January 1942 – 14 March 2018)

A Brief History of Hawking

Hawking radiation at the Black Hole
An event horizon, greatest mind
Stephen Hawking, so confined
As his illness took its toll

To understand all was his goal
On his speaking machine he signed
Hawking radiation at the Black Hole
An event horizon, greatest mind

Nevermore to walk again, to stroll
But never gave up, never resigned
A wonderful life, but poor aligned
The genius professor was his role
Hawking radiation at the Black Hole

Friday, 16 March 2018

1891: The Loss of the Regimental Colours

This is an interesting piece from an old book, “Historical Records of the 40th (2nd Somersetshire) Regiment” By Raymond Henry Raymond Smythies.

1891: The Loss of the Regimental Colours

1st Battalion of the Prince of Wales Volunteers, South Lancashire Regiment

A most unfortunate occurrence took place at Fort Regent during the afternoon of 19th January 1891, through which the battalion suffered the irreparable loss of its "Old 40th” colours. The circumstances were as follows

At about 5.45 one of the officers, who was alone in the ante-room, accidentally upset a lamp which was filled with mineral oil. The glass receptacle broke, and immediately the oil, which ignited and flamed up, spread over the floor. Almost before it was possible to recognise the danger, the room was in a blaze. One thing after another caught tire, and all efforts to suppress the flames proved unavailing.

The fire alarm was sounded and the fire engine in charge of the battalion was quickly on the spot; buckets were also used, and everything that could be reached through the flames and smoke removed from the room.

The behaviour of the non-commissioned officers and men deserved all praise. There was no confusion or panic, and gallant efforts were made to rescue the regimental relics, especially the colours; but these latter, being at the farthest end of the room, were utterly unapproachable.

The drum captured at the battle of Maharajpore was also burned, only the shell remaining; whilst the pictures of the Queen and Prince and Princess of Wales were totally destroyed, together with two miniatures of former officers and several presents. The silver-mounted drum-major's stall, taken from the French just before the battle of Salamanca, was fortunately saved, as also was the valuable collection of old war medals.

A handsome album, presented by Captain J. S.  Walker, containing photographs of many officers of the regiment, past and present, was badly damaged, but happily, owing to the thickness of the cover, most of the photographs remained uninjured.

An interesting picture of the old uniforms of the regiment, presented by Captain L. C. Arbuthnot, was also rescued, although the frame was scorched all round and the glass cracked.

Adjoining the ante-room, and only separated from it by a wooden door, was the officers’ mess-room, which contained a quantity of plate and other articles of considerable value. This at one time seemed in imminent danger, and a tongue of flame did actually penetrate into it and set fire to the hangings; but, being luckily noticed by one of the men. It was instantly extinguished with a pail of water, and the room saved.

After the fire, every effort was made to replace and repair those things which had been lost or damaged, and this was in most cases successfully accomplished. The shell of the Maharajpore drum was refitted, the pictures replaced, the miniatures reproduced from photographs, and the album rebound; but the only things which could not be replaced or repaired were the old colours.

A few fragments which had dropped off before the fire were carefully preserved and framed; but new colours were a necessity, and were accordingly asked for.

H.R.H. the Prince of Wales was approached, in the hope that he might be able to present these new colours to the regiment, but-owing to his many engagements—His Royal Highness was prevented from doing so. His Excellency Lieutenant-General C. B. Ewart, C.B., R.E., lieutenant-governor of Jersey, was therefore invited, and consented to perform the ceremony.

This interesting event took place, in perfect summer weather, at the “People's Park," St. Helier, on 16th July 1891.

A liberal display of hunting in the streets of the town was the first outward sign that some unusual occurrence was about to take place. The occasion had clearly been regarded as a holiday by all classes in town and country, and a number of the leading business establishments in St. Helier remained closed during the morning; the country people, too, made the occasion an excuse for a. holiday, and came pouring into the island "metropolis" in hundreds.

From 9 am, the ground commenced filling, and every point of vantage was quickly taken possession of, whilst beneath the trees were long rows of carriages, and in the windows of neighbouring houses crowds of interested spectators.

The regiment, under command of Colonel J. B. McDougal left Fort Regent about 11 o'clock, and marching down through the crowded streets, reached the People's Park in time to be drawn up to receive the lieutenant-governor at 11.30.

His Excellency rode on to the ground accompanied by his staff shortly after that hour, and was received by the regiment with a royal salute. The line was then inspected, and the ceremony began.

Owing to there being no old colours to troop, the usual procedure on occasions of presentation could not be followed; the ceremony, therefore, opened by the line forming three sides of a square, after which the drums were piled in the centre and the new colours laid on them.

Major Moberly and Major Linton, the two senior majors of the battalion, then took post on either side, and behind them the two senior lieutenants, Lieutenant C. F. Menzies and Lieutenant W. L. Watson, with the four senior colour-sergeants.

Colonel McDougal informed the lieutenant-governor that all was ready, and then, still remaining mounted, took his place in rear of the colour then, still remaining mounted, took his place in rear of the colour party.

The lieutenant-governor now rode forward, followed by the Bishop of Guildford [The Right Reverend George Henry Sumner], the Dean of Jersey [George Orange Balleine] and the other officiating clergy, and the religious part of the ceremony commenced with the singing of the well-known hymn, "Brightly gleams our banner,” in which the whole regiment joined.

[The Bishop of Winchester (Doctor Thorold) had kindly consented to perform the ceremony, but at the last moment was prevented by severe indisposition from doing so. The Bishop of Guildford, therefore, most obligingly came over to Jersey, at very short notice, to take his place.]

After this the bishop read prayers, and then, addressing the regiment, said that he should be sorry for the service to close without his having the opportunity of saying a few words to them. Its significance could not escape the notice of those who had entered fully into the meaning of the prayers just offered up.

Some might wonder how a man of peace like himself, one set apart for the service of the Most High God—the God of Peace—could consent to consecrate Colours to lead a regiment on to war. But it was just because he was a man of peace—and not a man of war—that he did so. They were men of peace, as he was; they were not men of war, but if men wanted peace they must be prepared for war.

War was often necessary in order to secure the blessings of peace. He longed for the time when wars should cease, and when their swords might be turned into ploughshares; but because they had not yet reached that millennium, God forbid that they should therefore dissociate the profession of arms from all that was holy, sacred, and true.

He looked upon many in the military profession now living as the personification of all that was manly, high-minded, and faithful, and in times gone by he had only to recall the names of Havelock, Lawrence. Hedley-Vicars. Gordon, and others.

He trusted that the Colours now to be committed to their faithful keeping would ever lead on to victory.

Let all remember that it was in the hour of victory that the true manliness of the soldier was shown. To savage nations, victory often meant massacre, rapine, and loot, but the true soldier, in the hour of victory, showed moderation and true Christian character.

He felt sure they would ever show courage and bravery in the time of danger, and would urge them, if ever called to face the foe, in the hour of victory—for he threw no doubt on that~-to use it as Christian soldiers.

He hoped, however, it would please God to avert war, but if it ever did come in their day, might God defend the right, and might His blessing rest upon them both in times of difficulty and in eternity.

The Bishop then pronounced the benediction.

This concluded the consecration service. The lieutenant-governor then invited Lieutenant-General Sir A. A. Nelson. KCB., and Major-General Solly-Flood, CB.—the two senior officers connected with the regiment—who were present, to stand on either side of him, and, having received the new colours from Major: Moberly and Linton, he delivered them to Lieutenants Menzies and Watson, by whom they were received on bended knee.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

And so to bed

And so to bed... my regular Thursday compilation of night time quotes, with pictures added.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Tom Wright:

To Athens, then, they came, searching, searching, for wisdom, virtue, truth; to see what others, stumbling in darkness, could not see. Athene welcomed them; and, as symbol for their quest, the master of night-vision, at her side, bestowed his owlish blessing on their labours. 

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Charlotte Eriksson:

I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. 

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Albert Camus:

Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend 

And so to bed... quote for tonight comes from George Eliot:

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat; it turns timidity into fierce courage, and dreadless defiance into tremulous submission; it turns thoughtlessness into foresight, and yet stills all anxiety into calm content; it makes selfishness become self—denial, and gives even to hard vanity the glance of admiring love. 

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Ken Dodd, when in hospital earlier this year: 

I have had a lot of time to think and, because this is a place which cares for people and makes them better, a wonderful thought came to me – ‘an ounce of help is worth a ton of pity’. 

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Zeina Kassem:

Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices. 

And so to bed.. quote for tonight is from Alan Bell (adapted from Bill Owen):

Now perfumes of earth and vine
Of meadows when the rain has gone
These friends with their black armbands on
Salute his summer wine.

The fullness of the life that slipped
The other day all mortal pain
Free now to roam fresh hills and lanes
And taste eternal wine.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

In the news....

"As you can imagine, we are all rather cramped in the Chief Minister’s residence", said Lord Snooty, who has just taken up residence in Jersey with his pals. "And where is Charlie Hungerford, I want to meet him".

Information about the Information Spend.

An FOE request reveals that Moneygrab Limited have produced a draft of a glossy brochure which has lots of lovely pictures of the Health Minister, some organs (but not his), and the following explanation:

Organs can be used after people die for other people who are suffering organ failure..
  • It is currently voluntary to opt in to donate organs
  • It will be voluntary to opt out not to donate organs
  • Organs will include liver, kidney
  • They are not currently used in Steak and Kidney pies in the new Hospital food. 
  • They will still not be used in Steak and Kidney pies in the new Hospital food. 
  • That's it, folks!
An invoice for £20,000 has been sent to the States for payment.

Will they run themselves ragged running round the ragged rocks? Probably not, because the ragged rocks have been depleted. Dr John Renouf would like those stolen to be returned "They are not rolling stones," he said, "just jaggered ones".

The new "knowledge" test will be conducted on the roads, so that potential taxi drivers show that they know how to get from A to B when there is diversion through C, D is closed for resurfacing, E is having emergency repairs done, F has too many potholes for the suspension, and a tree has just fallen across G. And H is a yellow brick road with size limitations.

"This is a much more realistic test," said Minister Eddie Noel, "as the new knowledge involves knowing how to navigate the various obstacles and pitfalls placed in roads by the Department of Infrastructure".

But do gulls who steal food face prosecution for feeding themselves?

"Future Hospital Plan: Take 2" is the prequel to "Reasons to be Cheerful: Take 3". Released by the late Ian Dury, it shows the Blockheads rising to the sky near Patriotic Street. Lyrics as follows:

Future Hospital Plan: Take 2"
One Two
Is Andrew Green a wally, with a working folly
Good golly this folly, costing golden groats
Cost-a-lot this Palait, No In House Buffet
Bigger footprint alley, add cash in groats

Senator Andrew Green is very pleased with the plans. "They said I needed a bigger footprint", he said. The Senator's new footwear can be seen below.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Ken Dodd in Academia

"I suppose when I go, I'll have to turn the lights out". (Ken Dodd on music hall and variety theatre)

Ken Dodd in Academia

Sir Ken Dodd, who has just died, aged 90, featured in a number of academic works as examples of types, whether of the grand tradition of music hall, or inventive wordplay.  Rather than re-running old ground with an obituary - after all the BBC and others are doing far more and better than I ever could, I thought it might be quirky and distinctive to look at references to Ken Dodd in academic publications

The Liverpool Music Hall Variety Heritage

In “Taking Humour Seriously” by Jerry Palmer, Palmer notes how Dodd actually took the business of humour very seriously and had engaged in his own research into what makes us laugh. Far from the one-liners, this is the more introspective and serious Dodd:

The comedian Ken Dodd is reputed to have said that the difference between himself and Freud was that Freud had never had to do a performance at the Glasgow Palais on a wet Monday night. The implication is that amateurs should keep their mouths shut, and perhaps that learned writing on the subject of jokes is simply a waste of everybody's time. And yet Ken Dodd is also reputed to have read Freud, and to have a substantial library of eminently serious books about humour-which he himself takes very seriously.

In “A Gallery to Play To: The Story of the Mersey Poets”, Phil Bowen sets the scene of Ken Dodd in a grand tradition of Liverpool Musical comedy, and its distinct geographical location, and places Dodd at the tail end of this tradition with roots firmly in its soil:

'Over the water', echoing to the mournful piping of ships' horns, lies Birkenhead. Here at Cammell Laird's, the Mauretania and the Ark Royal were built. Tugs' sirens could be heard as river ferries and ocean liners entered what was still the biggest shipping pool in Europe. A melting pot of races, it spawned a vital working-class characterized by resilience and an extreme sense of humour. It was also famous for its sarcasm, the distinctive, quickly spoken glottal accent giving rise to a dynasty of music-hall comedians from Billy Bennett, Robb Wilton and Arthur Askey, to later maestros such as Ted Ray and Ken Dodd.

Rock Eras: Interpretations of Music and Society, 1954-1984, by Jim Curtis, also looks at the historial roots of Ken Dodd:

The music hall flourished in the working-class North of England; at one time there were no less than 22 music halls in Liverpool alone....

As music hall merged with variety theater after World War I, talent continued to come from the North, though. Such comedians as Billy Bennett, Ken Dodd, Tommy Handley, and Albert Modley—all household names when the Beatles were growing up—came from Liverpool.

The difference between working class comedy and middle class comedy is explored in “Twentieth-Century Theatre: A Sourcebook” by Richard Drain, where he locates Dodd’s tradition within life and experience of the working community from which he came:

My experience of working-class entertainment is that it is in subject matter much closer to the audience’s lives and experiences than, say, plays at the Royal Shakespeare Company are to their middle-class audiences. Of course there is a vast corpus of escapist art provided for the working class; but the meat of a good comic is the audience’s life and experience, from Will Fyffe to Billy Connolly, or from Tommy Handley to Ken Dodd. Certainly in clubs, pantos and variety shows this is the material that goes down best.

The bourgeois comedy, largely of manners, or of intellect, tends to assume there is a correct way of doing things and that that is the way of the average broadminded commuter or well-fed white, etc. Working-class comedy is more anarchic and more fantastical, the difference between the wit and wisdom of the Duke of Edinburgh and Ken Dodd.

“Merseypride: Essays in Liverpool Exceptionalism” by John Belchem suggests that there was a very distinctive nature to Liverpudlian comedy and its working class and dockland roots.

There is a touch of Private Eye's pseuds' corner on the final sentence :

As the pearlie cockney ossified into a nostalgia figure–‘an intermittently renewed metaphor for the corrosive character of modernity’–a succession of Liverpool-raised (and ‘slightly touched’) comedians (Arthur Askey, Tommy Handley, Derek Guyler, Ted Ray, Bill Danvers, Harry Angers, Billy Bennett, Robb Wilton, Billy Matchett, Beryl Orde, Norman Evans, and on to Ken Dodd, et al.) acquired national celebrity for their humour. Although at the time there was little emphasis on Liverpudlianism, this comic efflorescence appears as a defining moment for scouse, an early instance of the Merseyside symbiosis of economic decline and cultural assertion.

In “Gladsongs and Gatherings: Poetry and Its Social Context in Liverpool since the 1960s” by Stephen Wade, again Dodd joins a list of names of a great tradition of variety comedy, and interestingly, also includes Jimmy Tarbuck at the modern end, although I would put him as more modern. Dodd never was a game show host, but Tarbuck was.

Rob Wilton, Tommy Handley, Arthur Askey, Ted Ray, Ken Dodd and Jimmy Tarbuck are six names from generations of famous funny men who were cradled in a city where, for as long as anyone can remember, it has been claimed with a perverse pride that ‘you have to be a ruddy comedian to stick the place.

Looking back at Ken Dodd's career, a highlight on television has to be "The Good Old Days" when he performed for a live (but period) theatre at the very height of his powers.

The Shakespearian Actor

Famously, Ken Dodd played Yorick in Kenneth Brahagh’s version of Hamlet, which not only has a skull, but also the original character seen in life.  As Martin White explains in “Renaissance Drama in Action: An Introduction to Aspects of Theatre Practice and Performance”

Kenneth Branagh's film version of Hamlet (1996) includes at this point a flash-back in which the veteran British comedian Ken Dodd plays Yorick

“Shakespeare: The Two Traditions” by H. R. Coursen, adds something not mentioned before – continuity. We know Yorick in flashback is the same as Yorick the skull, because of Dodd’s distinctive teeth:

Branagh's is the first production I have seen in which Hamlet should recognize Yorick. The skull has the same buck teeth as the Yorick (Ken Dodd) in the flashback that accompanies Hamlet's apostrophe.

Ken Dodd and his wordplay

A little of this enters into academic books, but not, alas, "tattyfilarious" and "discomknockerated.

In “A Dictionary of Catch Phrases: British and American, from the Sixteenth Century to the Present Day” by Eric Partridge, we have:

by Jove, I needed that!
(A drink understood.) A 'gag' popularized by Ken Dodd, who presumably 'thought it up'; he used it as an 'opener', after playing 'a quick burst on me banjo'.

nikky, nokky, noo
Nonsense phrase devised by Ken Dodd, “Humour is anarchic, I suppose, ” he says, “So, like a child, from time to time you revolt against the discipline of words and just jabber!”'

And in “Shorter Slang Dictionary” by Rosalind Fergusson, the following are linked to Ken Dodd:

small, little. Nursery slang of the 19th-20th centuries. The term became more widespread in the later 20th century, popularized by the comedian Ken Dodd and his 'Diddymen'.

tattie-bye! or tatty-bye!
goodbye! A form of farewell popularized by the Liverpool comedian Ken Dodd from the 1960s. Probably a conflation of ta-ta and bye-bye.

Monday, 12 March 2018

Elections 2018: Update on Candidates

Standing for Election: The Story So Far

There will certainly be Senatorial contests, and if all the existing Senators (apart from Paul Routier, who is standing down) stand, there will be casualties.

With regard to Deputies, and an exception in Trinity, most of the contested elections will come from Parishes with larger populations - St Helier, St Saviour, , St Brelade, St Clement. It is much harder to take on sitting Deputies in a smaller Parish.

There are, as yet, no contested Constables elections, with those vacant having only one candidate. However, if there were to be one, I would think St Lawrence would be vulnerable over the handling of the church dispute.

Uncontested Constables: so far, 12.
Uncontested Deputies: so far, 8 Parishes out of 12, 9 Deputies Seats.

Senators (8) - almost certainly contested

1 Senator Ian Gorst
2 .Senator Lyndon Farnham
3 Senator Sarah Ferguson, unless standing for Constable of St Brelade

4 Senator Alan Maclean
5 Senator Andrew Green, probably not standing
6 Senator Philip Bailhache, probably standing down due to age and health

Sam Mezec, Deputy (Reform)
Steve Pallett, Constable
Kristina Moore, Deputy
Tracy Valois, Deputy
Antony Lewis
Stevie Ocean

Senator Philip Ozouf, not standing
Senator Paul Routier, not standing

Constables - so far no contested elections at all

St Helier Simon Crowcroft
St John Constable Chris Taylor
St Mary Constable Juliette Gallichan
St Saviour Constable Sadie Rennard
St Clement Constable Len Norman
Grouville Constable John Le Maistre

Probable / Possible

St Mary Juliette Gallichan
St Lawrence Deidre Mezbourian
St Saviour Sadie Rennard

Not Standing:
St Martin Michel Le Troquer


Mike Jackson – St Brelade
Richard Vibert - St Peter
Richard Buchanan - St Ouen

Deputies – Number of Seats in Brackets

Grouville: (1) - currently uncontested
Deputy Carolyn Labey

St Brelade 1 (1) -contested
Deputy Murray Norton
Former Deputy John Young

St Brelade 2 (2) - contested
Deputy Graham Truscott, unless standing for Constable of St Brelade
Deputy Montfort Tadier (Reform)
Tony Pike

St Clement (2) -contested
Deputy Susie Pinel
Deputy Simon Bree
Phil Renouf
Lindsay Ash

St Helier District 1 (3) - - currently uncontested but possibly contested
Deputy Judy Martin
Deputy Russell Labey
Deputy Scott Wickenden
Nick Le Cornu (undeclared but you never know!)

St Helier District 2 (3) -contested
Deputy Rod Bryans (maybe not standing)
Deputy Geoff Southern (Reform)
Rob Ward (Reform)
Bernie Manning
Geraint Jennings
Linda Dodds

St Helier District 3/4 (4) -contested
Deputy Richard Rondel
Deputy Mike Higgins
Deputy Andrew Lewis (but may go to St John)
John Ttokkallos
Jacqui Carrel
Mary Ayling-Phillip (Reform)
Jackie Hilton (Standing Down)

St John (1) - currently uncontested
Possibly Phil Rondel.

St Lawrence (2) - currently uncontested
Deputy John Le Fondré
Kirsten Morel

St Martin (1)- currently uncontested
Steve Luce

St Mary (1)- currently uncontested
Deputy David Johnson

St Ouen (1)- currently uncontested
Deputy Richard Renouf

St Peter (1)- currently uncontested
Rowland Huelin

St Saviour District 1 (2) - contested
Deputy Jeremy Maçon
Deputy Peter McLinton (uncertain)
Kevin Pamplin
Rob Duhamel (uncertain)

St Saviour District 2 (2)- contested
Deputy Kevin Lewis
Deputy Louise Doublet

St Saviour District 3 (1)
Jess Perchard
Mary Burgher
Andrew Le Quesne

Trinity (1)- currently uncontested
Hugh Raymond (uncertain but likely)
Deputy Anne Pryke (standing down)