There is one huge unresolved mystery about Kevin Firth's resignation letter.
It concerns the email which Fireman Bradley, then Cabinet member for Leisure, sent to his Lib Dim colleague Firth on November 14th, 2002.
Firth reproduced the email for our edification in his resignation letter, after carefully saving it for more than five years.
Here it is:
To: 'Firth Kevin' <Kevin.Firth@blueyonder.co.uk
Sent: Thursday November 14th, 2002 7.22 PM
"You have just confirmed to me that you are a complete and utter t-, and you have never lived in the real world, get a life and you might just realise that rosy little cup that you drink out of will eventually crack, this is when all the people will see what I saw a long time ago. How you can represent people from this city or anywhere else is a joke and I am absolutely convinced your little gravy train will come to an abrupt halt as you hit the buffers of life, and see what life actually brings once you raise your head above the parapit."
Councillor Warren Bradley
Executive Member for Leisure, Culture and Tourism
Church Ward
Liverpool city council
Leaving aside the horribly mixed metaphors, we can't help wondering how the Fireman will react when he eventually hits the buffers of life. Can we expect a gracious public apology to all those he has hurt? We doubt so, somehow.
But what is the missing word in the email?
The t- that even the irate Fireman felt compelled to omit? (We are still a family blog, so we have left one suggestion out, eds)
Suggestions on a postcard please - but this is hardly the language one would expect. Is it? 
