Bernard wants to speak to me, ‘man to man’.
For the male of the species, these are words to send a chill down the spine. Emotions may be involved, souls bared and even, on occasion, an attempt to hug. Fortunately, I’ve known Bernard long enough to realise that when he says one thing, he generally means another. And it never involves a hug.
As it turns out, he says he’s decided to take the plunge and stand for Parliament at the next by-election. He doesn’t mind where it is and, if he fails – which is, I imagine, quite likely – he’ll stand again at the one after that; and the one after that, too, until he wears the voters down and they tick the box marked ‘Fling’ just to get him off their backs.
He’s prepared his manifesto – in the form of a book, provisionally entitled ‘X Marks The Spot’ – and has prevailed upon me to post some details elsewhere on this blog. Mrs C prevailed upon me, too, which swung the matter in his favour. Anything for a quiet life.
He’s been with us two days now, having arrived without further mishap late Saturday afternoon, and spent most of yesterday sleeping off his journey.
Last night, he showed me the following photo, which he keeps in his wallet and takes out to cheer himself up at times of crisis. It looks well worn, which doesn’t surprise me:
(Click on above image to enlarge)
He says he may use it in his campaign literature. It will, he suggests, show the voters that he’s ‘one of the people’. What ‘people’, he doesn’t specify and I inquire no further.
In the meantime, I’ve received some more fan mail. I found the following particularly moving:
this is amazing
I’ve no idea what to make of the next one:
i think it should have more educational articles like yours, so everyone would be able to learn something new
And finally – best of all:
please keep on posting such quality
I think they’re confusing me with someone else.
Thought for the Day
‘Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.’
Sir Ernest Benn (quoted in the Observer, 1930)