READ all about it. Newspaper war has broken out – and it’s all happening in Wirral...

I am intrigued about how politically incorrect politicians are putting themselves and their personalities above policies.

We have less than 90 shopping days to Christmas (please leave suitable prezzies at the Globe reception), but now it’s time to take a pregnant pause for thought - nine months before they give birth to a life-changing, General Election.

May 2015 is going to be one of the bloodiest political battles in history.

It will be down to the wire, like the Premiership.

I predict a hung Parliament and another coalition.

And it’s going to be a dogmatic, dog-fight to the end.

Local politicians are now using fairly sophisticated ways of getting their messages across to the electorate.

Facebook and Twitter are, however, becoming secondary to that old, reliable media war horse - the newspaper.

Publish and be damned.

It’s turning into a tabloid war out there. Gone are the days of glossy A4 electioneering leaflets through the local letterbox - it’s a case of flashy Fleet Street flyers for now.

We have already highlighted Wirral West Conservative MP Esther McVey’s own slick publication, The Observer, printed in Lincolnshire. Now comes Labour’s West Wirral Herald - printed in Manchester...

Very strange – aren’t there any printers in Wirral?

Hark the Herald with its splash - a very passionate story about saving Hilbre Island and the Dee from becoming the new Stanlow.

Also they report that more than 28,000 people in Wirral wait more than a week to see a GP.

Who is this GP? That’s one hell of a waiting list.

Surely, the most effective way to woo voters would be at the lecterns, just as Alex Salmond and Alistair Darling have shown us with their televised debate about Scottish independence.

And just as Gordon Brown, Nick Clegg and David Cameron went head to head four years ago when they opened their hearts, souls and policies, maybe Wirral politicians should have a public debate at Wallasey Town Hall to hear questions and supply answers from the public in the run-up to the next election.

ONE of the great success stories – and we all need to hear about them in this world-weary life - is Moreton’s John Singleton who finally decided what life is fore.

See what I did there? (Golfing term? Oh, please yourselves).

He quit his job in Birkenhead as a fork-lift truck driver to become a pro-golfer.

I’m green with envy.

His love of the sport was illustrated at the Royal Liverpool Open when he took part.

It reminds me of the Billy Joel song (cue My Life) where the guy quits his mundane day job to become a stand-up comedian in LA.

This is no laughing matter – but someone who is following his dreams.

Maybe, if he wins the next Open, he can show off an adapted fork lift buggy?

Drive on, John.

I WAS open-mouthed when I read about the meet and greet day with Wirral dentists at Moreton Dental care.

If tooth be told, I would have been horrified at being dragged to an afternoon like this when I was a petrified youth.

I dreaded the white-coated dentists coming to my primary school as much as I loathed the “nit-nurse.”

But this new breakthrough called “Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush” was a revelation.

Prevention - rather than cure - is the way forward and I wish that we had this dental attraction when I was growing up.

I still need to brush up on dental hygiene but this seemed like fun for kids.

Full marks to the people who are behind it – they put a smile on my gap-toothed face.

AND finally...Route 66 should be the title of the campaign to reduce the 66 councillors in Wirral to 44.

The “fastest improving council” will be slimmer, trimmer but, hopefully, not meaner.

Peter Grant