Blimey, careful what you wish for...I have always wanted to stand seriously for election and when I do the b*ggers expect me to work for it!
I am now the proud owner of a pair of shoes which disintegrated while delivering, so now when I am next cornered by some anorak at conference who tells me about his exploits in the 1973 Exeter Borough by-election, I can return fire with my own equally sad 'shoes' convo.
I now have to find time in the day to write one target and two squeeze letters, plus design a leaflet, although on that last one someone has sent me a wonderful local one which I intend to steal from, lock, stock and pathetic ex-Wimbledon footballer's cliche.
Add to that my new job being paid peanuts (although I don't think I can even afford bar snacks on what I am being paid by the esteemed person in question - no names, no pack drill) to work in an MP's office and offer some assistance in their patch and its getting so as my kids scream when I come into the house as they don't know who the strange man with the bags under his eyes is.
Why are LD MPs so blasted honest?! I could really do with a sleazy salary to rival the average Labour researcher or chinless Tory duffer fresh out of Eton.
Still, seriously, I wouldn't swap the experience for the world...Would you?
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
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You did not mention your hate of low, odd, finger eating letter boxes...
Or dogs that seem to smell your approach down the garden path, wait patiently until your fingers are all the way in (wouldn't want the opposition to steal your leaflet) and then enjoy lunch comprising of your fingers.
I still have the scars from our last by-election campaign (March) and now I am in the middle of my own.
Good luck mate! Perhaps your brother can give you some free radio advertising eh! ;-)
What? My brother the Tory? Hardly...
Clearly you are not working that hard if you have time to blog regularly!!
Thanks, Luce. See above.
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