Monday...
After the London bash I repaired to the top secret bloggers' den to part write up the session and had a chat with James Cleverly, who has been keeping an eye on the proceedings and joining in with his fellow bloggers when not occupied with more serious matters. Thence to see the Bruges Group meeting, which I took notes at, but shall we say that John Redwood and Syed Kamall were not keen on the new treaty. Redwood, who one perhaps thinks of as being a little bloodless, got quite passionate about matters, and gave a storming speech. Kamall lacked Redwood's fluency at the microphone, but made a number of important points, and the crew around me were at pains to point out that SK is a splendid chap all round, extremely hard working and right on the money with his opinions. Saw a flyer for the dreaded Smith Institute which referred to Edward Garnier as the Minister of State at the Ministry of Justice, rrather than the shadow etc etc. I decided that either I had found myself in an altogether more agreeable dimension or the fruits of treachery came very quickly. Both are far more believable than poor proofing, I'm sure. I will upload a scan once back at Croydonian Towers.
Then some more milling around, a bite to eat and some mulling on what to do with the rest of the day. There was not a lot going on at the Hilton, so it was back to the Imperial to see what was going on there. I think it only took me about a day to get utterly blasé about the names, both political and journalistic, knocking around the place. Not sure which is sadder, not having been blasé in the first place or having lost it so quickly. Stuck a head round the door at the Con Hom bash, before pulling the fraud of having a look at the Conservative Future bash. As with my rubbish YBF joke of earlier, I suppose 30-60 somethings could be termed Conservative Now, and the 60+ contingent Conservative Past, but that would be a little disrespectful.
Eventually the ongoing ruck that is the Imperial proved too wearisome, so decamped to the nearest hotel with a functioning bar that was not overrun with over eager 20 somethings in ill-fitting suits yelping into their mobile phones. And that was a good choice, I think, as working the quiz machine was quite profitable.
Then some more milling around, a bite to eat and some mulling on what to do with the rest of the day. There was not a lot going on at the Hilton, so it was back to the Imperial to see what was going on there. I think it only took me about a day to get utterly blasé about the names, both political and journalistic, knocking around the place. Not sure which is sadder, not having been blasé in the first place or having lost it so quickly. Stuck a head round the door at the Con Hom bash, before pulling the fraud of having a look at the Conservative Future bash. As with my rubbish YBF joke of earlier, I suppose 30-60 somethings could be termed Conservative Now, and the 60+ contingent Conservative Past, but that would be a little disrespectful.
Eventually the ongoing ruck that is the Imperial proved too wearisome, so decamped to the nearest hotel with a functioning bar that was not overrun with over eager 20 somethings in ill-fitting suits yelping into their mobile phones. And that was a good choice, I think, as working the quiz machine was quite profitable.
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Enjoying your updates C. The conference appears to have caused a panic from Labour and the media seems to think it's going well for us.
Me too. You should be given official blogging status next year with the Tory party covering your expenses.
Redwood bloodless; excellent!
Glad that you seem to be enjoying yourself. Last time I made it to a conference I was a 20 yr old in an ill-fitting suit....
I last made it to Conference in my 20s as well, but my suit *fitted*.
I very much doubt it would today though.
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