Colonel Blimp, pictured next to the Rascal
Ouch.
The New Statesman has done its job well – my hangover is quite amazing. After the bleach-tasting wine of the Manchester City Council civic reception (it is a Labour-led council), I and my co-rascals – the ever-charming Tory Bear, the cheerful Tory Politico, and the un-pronouncable Tory Tittle-Tattle – were ready for some good champagne and chatter with some Conference slebs.
Sadly the champagne wasn’t that good (not a bad thing… austerity Britain, etc), but the slebs were unfailingly charming. Even the usually ratty Kevin Maguire seemed to enjoy being surrounded by Tories. ”I think you lot are going to have fun,” he said. My conversation with the Staggers’ ‘controversial’ James Macintyre lasted a little longer. He really doesn’t like Tory Rascal, but seemed to cope with real-me a little better, even conceding that this week might deliver a killing stroke to Labour. Unfortunately he disappeared several times – first to chat with his editor, then (seemingly) to get away from the Tory bloggerati, then to enjoy a long chat with Tory Bear.
Spencer Neal, the Staggers’ puppetmaster, seemed to be enjoying himself – as did everyone’s favourite open-shirt Conference lothario, ‘Sir’ Michael White, on top Colonel Blimp form. All told, a fun evening.
I just wish I could remember how I got back to my hotel.
Filed under: Blogging, Politics | Tagged: Chloe Smith, James Macintyre, Kevin Maguire, Michael White, New Statesman, Spencer Neal, Tory Bear, Tory Politico
Hmmm. There are some very good bottles of bubbly out there which are as good, if not better than the big labels.
Recommend Waitrose own brand. Excellent.
Clearly they weren’t prepared to go the extra & find half decent stuff for you. Accounts for hangover..