"Lady Mayoress dragged kicking and screaming from Microphone" Shocker

Jam Siren here, sneakily filling in for the LadyM whilst she nurses her burst ear drums and tries to avoid piecing together the fateful moments that led her to believe the residents of Armley would like to hear her West Country rendition of Cliff Richards ' Devil Woman'

When she comes to, and out again, she may feel a slight chill in the air towards her, in fact Mr Mayor declared her to be a 'total tw*t' with an 'a' not an 'i'. Partly because she had broken his favorite chair as she lent over him to hear the gossip about 2 potential love matches in the making. Watch this space for news on that!

This years Jam Up the Back Passage: Close Encounters of the Third Kind welcomed baby Beatrix born of lovers Marcus and Zoe who met last year and as you can tell wasted no time what so ever. That's what we like!
What will next year bring? Will there be a next year? Will the LadyM ever show her face again?

We have pillaged a couple of pictures from Flickr which gives an indication of how the night was spent

* Excepts of LadyM's intended speech now follow:
"Thanks to: The weather for not being too mean, the tarpaulin crew who showed the weather who was gonna win in a competition, Ange for her eye for beauty bunting and fairy lights, everyone who came along and danced, brought food and drink and energy. To all the wonderful musicians (Jim, Mervin, The Street Shadows, Danny, Ju, Wayne, the guys from Carnival Messiah, Mik Artistik, the DJ's - this is where it get's hazy... Boe? Dan? ... To Jonny and Julie, Sam & Caroline, James and Jo, Baz for her stickering. The gals for comforting LadyM in her bed as she sobbed hysterically....And anyone else that may have been forgotten due to too much drink and a soft head...Oh and thanks to all the lovely musicians that would have played should the DJ's not settled in for the night.... Thanks St Ives, Armley, Leeds, the community support officers and anyone else who could not sleep till dawn. "

This is small fragment of the speech LadyM prepared but was too vodka'd up to the eyeballs to successfully deliver, thank the lord. Instead she enlisted little Jordan from up the road in dancing a makarena(?) and screeching as to wake the real police woman who lived 4 streets away.