There's this bloke in the village - pleasant fellow, tall, fair, nice looking. Pung, his name is.* He and his wife are independent barristers, they have two kids, a bunch of grandmas and a lodger. He is quintessentially English - courteous, unassuming, a self-deprecating sense of humour and - this is where it goes off the rails a tiny bit - he is an armchair Liberal Democrat.
Or was. He, it transpires, had been dallying with the idea of actually getting up out of his armchair, and actually standing (for parliament - this metaphor could run and run). What with election fever gripping the nation, for a few days anyway, our man hurtled into action, dishing out questionnaires and buttonholes and glad hands like a man possessed. And at every turn, well some turns anyway, he was asked if he was working with Tonk**.
'Tonk??' Pung would cry. 'Who he?'
'Dontcherno?' would come the startled reply. 'He's Ming's*** right hand man, his policy adviser, the speechwriter who inserts all the jokes that Ming takes out. He lives just round the corner.'
How about that then. A local bloke wanting to stand for Lib Dem MP didn't know that Menzies Campbell's chief policy adviser was living in the same village, and the chief policy adviser didn't know that a local bloke was wanting to stand for Lib Dem MP.
Is this just the Lib Dems, or the Labs and Cons too? It doesn't inspire confidence, it has to be said.
* No of course it isn't.
** Not his real name either.
***Nope, not his real name, but his real nickname.
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this beggars the question as to why you would be surprised - doesn't it?
I hope he's got over this foolishness and is back in his armchair now
I got involved in local and national politics for a while a couple of years ago. I found a similar problem with locals who were running for government, and it was frustrating. In our case, good guys got swept away by dangerous villains, primarily because the good guys hadn't done their homework and really weren't serious contenders.
any local breweries in which they could fail to organise piss ups? or wet paper bags, out of which they would be unable to find their way?
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