Wandering in the twilight of the undead of the Audit Commission, I ponder the questions being asked about life after the commission.
Will our new audit adversary assume a definite form? Cash savings and spare bodies as a result of the Pickles' stake through the heart, if not soul, of the commission are more apparent than real, since authorities which employed a room full of staff sweating blood to polish data and check the maths prior to a visitation are the stuff of figment rather than fact.
