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">"And there are no diamonds in the mine"

Friday, October 05, 2007
I had decided that it was high time I stopped writing about the Conference, but those wonderful people at Expedia have tempted me into one last hurrah.

Having changed my plans and gone to Blackpool on Saturday rather than Sunday, I booked a hotel room just for Saturday night via Expedia, and they have just e-mailed me this:


Subject: Book your car and activities in Blackpool



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Dear William (that's what my nearest and dearest call me, rather than Croydonian)



It's always good to find a great travel deal and we're really pleased you decided to book your trip with Expedia.co.uk. But now you've taken care of your accommodation, did you know you can arrange your car hire and holiday activities with us as well?"

Yup, great piece of data mining and subsequent sending of an automated e-mail, folks.



(With thanks to Laughing Len for the headline)


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Wednesday....

Thursday, October 04, 2007
Apart from DC's speech, the last day was a bit on the quiet side, and there is not much to say, as it was lacking in adventures, anecdotes and the like. Not that will stop me doing a final round up.

In common with Dizzy, I would like to thank Iain for pulling the strings to get an internet connection at the Winter Gardens for interested bloggers. Despite there being 40 or so folk who signed up for 'the bloggers at conference' Facebook group, the only people in the group that I ever saw in there were Dizzy, Mike Rouse, Caroline Hunt, James Cleverly and Iain himself. Maybe my timing was poor, and the place was buzzing at other times, but frankly I doubt it.

I watched most of the Cameron speech on James Cleverly's PC, as in the blogger bunker we had the advantage of guaranteed seats, as the ballroom with the giant screen was standing room only, let alone the main hall. Apparently the people at the back of the queue for the hall were being told by the stewards they were wasting time, but persevered anyway. We snuck out of the bunker before the end of the speech and watched it on a monitor nearer the exit, knowing that getting out of Dodge come the end of the speech was not got going to be much fun. The drive back to London was not fun, although a special shout out is due to the M6 toll road - for a measly £4 you get 30 odd miles of open motorway, and have the added bonus of avoiding Birmingham. Shame there are not more toll roads, especially at the M1/A14 (?) junction, where it took 40 odd minutes to progress about 2 miles.

If anyone is that keen I have notes from the integrated transport session, the Bruges Group meeting and the Conservative Friends of Israel evening. However, I suspect that the reader enthusiasm / time to type up the notes equation does not balance.

Anyway, roll on conference 2008.

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The perils of incidental music

Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Part of the pre-DC speech rave up was Moby's porcelain. A good idea?


In my dreams I'm dying all the time

As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to lie

So this is goodbye

This is goodbye

Tell the truth you never wanted me

Tell me

In my dreams I'm jealous all the time

As I wake I'm going out of my mind

Going out of my mind.


Erm.....

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Slumming it

As a degenerate smoker, I have been spending a fair amount of time loitering outside the Green Zone fitting in sly smokes with the other reprobates. Anyway, I had been mulling on whether there was a celebrity smoking area for the likes of Ken Clarke and so on. However, it would appear not, unless Zac Goldsmith has been sent to Coventry, as he was lurking outside too. And in true W11 style, he was smoking a roll-up.

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Well, you never know...


That's up on the wall by the entrance to the main hall.

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Tuesday....

Another early start, and some wandering around own in search of something interesting to listen to first thing. However, having got as far as the Hilton, Dizzy and I decided we could not summon the necessary level of interest in the fringe offerings and mooched our way back, pausing only to have a quick snigger at the predicament of the Woman in White outside The Imperial.

Failing to note Thatcher’s infamous bus comment of many years ago, the shuttle buses connecting the two parts of the Green Zone seem reasonably popular. I’ve stuck to walking, as all the heart attack on a plate food I have been eating has to be combated somehow.

Met up with Guido at the Winter Gardens and engaged in some low level breeze shooting. Busying myself with the Telegraph, I discovered I had a TV camera pointed out me, so I decided to feign studied nonchalance. The BBC hacks (for it was they) were delighted that when they opted to film what I was reading it was the reports on the previous day’s proceedings. Anyway, apparently I made it on to the news in ‘anonymous Tory reading Telegraph’ shocker as a bit of filler for a conference report. I have not seen it, but that was me in a yellow shirt. Dizzy, Guido and Fraser Nelson of the Spectator / News of the World were part of the same shot, which was all rather amusing, if the aim was merely to film anonymous activists. So, there you have it - Fawkes esq. on screen and not in silhouette.

Anyway, somehow I got myself roped in to doing something for the greater cause, by way of handing out pamphlets on the Rwanda expedition earlier in the year. Well, Iain Dale was speaking on that, and Andrew ‘International Development’ Mitchell wanted the further detail of the good work circulated. The main hall was packed, as it usually is, so I opted to watch Iain on the enormous plasma screen in the ballroom instead. I think he acquitted himself quite well, but the consensus seems to be that it is just silly to clap a screen except under extremis. And kudos to Bernard Jenkin who seemed happy enough to slum it by sitting on the staircase with the plebs rather than pull rank in the hall. Given that he is a naturist, I think I did quite well in resisting the temptation to say ‘oh hello, I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on’.

Come the actual dishing out of pamphlets, I did rather feel like an SWP activist, so there was some mulling on what we on the right ought to be using as our hustle: ‘trade not aid’, ‘capitalism now’ etc. However, I opted against any sloganeering, and perhaps that was why there was a mountain of the brochures left over despite the efforts of half a dozen of us. Mind you, later on someone tried ‘education for you, sir’, which I think was not intended as an insult, but did come out rather badly. Some hapless woman from Reform managed to offer me a flyer five times in the course of 10 minutes, and I fear I was a little short with her by the fifth time. Still, I suppose we all end up merging into one after a while – conference psychosis maybe?

More aimless milling etc, and thence out of the Green Zone and off for a bite to eat. One of the delights of sitting in a window seat at the Italian restaurant opposite the entrance to the conference is spotting various names and wondering what they are up to. So, why did Edward Leigh have such muddy shoes, why did John Gummer think it is worth engaging in a conversation with Mr Smoking Causes the Sea Level to Rise etc etc. Anyway, for me there was the key fringe event which was the Conservative Friends of Israel reception, while the rest of the gang seemed to fancy the idea of making trouble at the Cornerstone abortion 'debate'. I may do a full write up of the CFI bash, but it was addressed by parliamentary chairman James Arbuthnot, who was almost as sound on Israel as I am, the deputy ambassador to the Court of St James, the name of whom I missed, and William Hague. The deputy ambassador noted that since the withdrawal from Gaza, some 1,850 Qassam rockets have been launched from Gaza into Israel - yes, they do keep count, as when she addressed the Lib Dem conference it was 1,826 Qassams. As the Ambassador pointed out, just how restrained would we want our government to be if 1,850 rockets had been fired at Blackpool? Hague's speech was largely a re-hash of his earlier speech to conference, but none the worse for that. He was lacking in jokes this time, but did note that CFI was the first Conservative group he joined, in 1976. Incidentally, Mike Rouse does a rather good Hague impersonation.

Not much of note in the evening, basically lots of sitting around and drinking.

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Monday...

Tuesday, October 02, 2007
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.

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London Conservatives meeting at conference

Monday, October 01, 2007
(I still owe a write up of the integrated transport session from 8AM, but this is more entertaining as it involves Boris)

UPDATED

The London Conservatives fringe event attracted a big audience, possibly because of the quality of wine and victuals laid on by the session's benefactor, Canary Wharf group, and possibly because of the number of star attractions.

Anyway, the topic was what a Tory mayor, IE Boris, should do in a first 100 days.

Richard Barnes was first up and noted that the City Corporation would be discussing funding for Crossrail tomorrow and it is strongly rumoured that Ruth Kelly will make an announcement giving the go ahead slap bang in the middle of Cameron's speech on Wednesday,so was keen that we should pre-empt her on that. So, I am happy to do my bit to publicise that.

So, the first thing the new mayor should do? Lock the doors to keep Livingstone's advisers and wonks inside while a thorough forensic audit is connected of who does what, why it is done and so forth. Similarly, the accounts will need to be gone through carefully. The London Development Agency has an enormous spend but cannot account for it. The mayor will need to go through the cheque book and look at the stubs. There would appear to be two lots of policies - the open ones and the secret one.

Then TfL needs to be brought under proper accountable and democratic control, and not to be run by a bunch of 1979 throwbacks intent on class war and making life unpleasant for motorists.

The establishment of the Metropolitan Police by the 1829 Act called for the force to engage in the prevention and detection of crime and to ensure public traquility. (I cannot pin down the precise text, but those are the key words) Those are worthy aims, and the people of London, all the people of London are entitled to the full protection of the police 24/7, 365 days a year etc etc. The police spend too much time form filling, and meanwhile in part because of the PC cocoon that impacts law and order, the Met has the worst detection rate of any police force in the country.

Merrick Cockell's first 100 days started with sending a skip to city hall,for the political hacks to fill up and exit the premises by lunchtime. (Looks like Barnes and Cockell were not co-ordinating responses, but the divergent sentiments are both pretty good). These advisers are 70s throwbacks disconnected from the real London. And after that, well, throw a party.

As to the other civil servants, they need to be told that unless that they are prepared to work with the mayor, in the manner of civil servants everywhere, then they need to resign. The lease on City Hall needs to be investigated, with a view to getting new premises, possibly overlooking the Treasury, given that it gets £13 billion a year net from London. Further, TfL needs a new chairman, someone with real business experience. Costs need to be cut, expenditure needs to be trimmed. Then appoint a chairman of the Metropolitan Police Authority with real clout - the mayor. The chair of London Councils, the leader of the assembly should meet and talk about future co-operation, and cost cutting.

The mayor should appoint a London cabinet,with people who support Boris, who need not be Tories. The boroughs and the assembly officials should meet once a month, and the diary should be cleared to allow 33 half days a year for the mayor to visit each of the boroughs at least once a year.

We should send an e-mail to Venezuela saying ‘It’s cancelled – it’s Caracas’ (Cue groans from the audience). The deal with Chavez demeans London.

Following the pattern of Michael Bloomberg, the Mayor needs to say ‘This is GOING to happen’ and then see how that expression of will galvanises. One of the things that needs to happen is the equivalent of 311 - a non-emergency number for all public services.

The 1500 (?) TfL police community support officers need to stop ticketing on red routes and get on to the buses etc and start dealing with anti-social behaviour and the like. Further, contracts with bus operators need to be re-examined and bus conductors should be brought back.

Next up was the chap from Canary Wharf, the event’s sponsor, the name of whom I failed to take down as I assumed he was going to ramble at length about CSR and the like. Which is unfortunate, as he gave a nice brief outline of how he had come to become a Conservative, and then gave his take on the first 100 days. Sacking the spin doctors also figured, as did connecting with people in the boroughs and getting ordinary Londoners more involved via consultation. He described the attacks on Boris as personal and unnecessary, and said that from his experience such behaviour shows panic and insecurity (prolonged applause),and ‘Say what you like, my money’s on the blond’ (further prolonged applause).


Whereupon the man himself too the lectern…. (taking notes when Boris speaks is not easy, so if the narrative seems a tad erratic, that is more a reflection on me than on Boris)

There is a conviction that there will be change in London, and we have 113 days before the election and we need to work together.

We need to get rid of the bat-eared labour spin doctors, who will hang on to the radiators with their finger nails to avoid being dragged out. A manifesto will be published in the new year

Once I’m inside the Mayor’s office – and what does it look like? – Stalinist Brutalist I would imagine, I will end the civil war between the Mayor and the boroughs, and I will work with the boroughs, not against them.

We need a more imaginative housing programme and Conservatives have always been great at helping those who want to help themselves. Meanwhile, if Brown is in a mess, a hornets' nest, and if he wimps out of calling an election we can tell him he's a big girl's blouse - the Grand Old Duke of Brown, he had 10,000 men etc etc...

I will work together with the boroughs and end the civil war. The police budget needs to be looked at , in order to get more police on the beat. (He contrasted the cop per pound in NYC and London, although did ask us not to follow his figures like bloodhounds,so I have not included them) .

As to transport, Livingstone's record is far from great, and the operation of the congestion charge is far from perfect. A Code Red is when a bus driver just cannot take it any more, stops the bus and radios for help - these are up 230%. There has to be a crackdown on hooliganism etc on buses, and we should have PSCOs on buses, conductors AND commission a successor to the Routemaster (Much applause - are London Tories all closet omnibologists, perchance?) and rid London of the bendy bus.

There are more than 100 people at LT paid more than £100,000. There are just seven at the treasury....

I will axe The Londoner, Livingstone's propaganda sheet, and spend the money on where it came from in the first place - trees.

So,my priorities -tax payer value, democratic accountability and working with the boroughs. London will be a model for the planet, and as the lion shall lie down with the lamb, so shall the cyclist be reconciled with the bus driver. (Much applause)





TBC. Although Dizzy has already blogged the best jokes.

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Sunday PM...

Having tired of blogging etc for the day, thence to dumping the laptop for the day. While the police and the security folk are all thoroughly pleasant and helpful, there is much to be said for speeding up the security check in.

Despite my advanced years I managed to get an invite to the Young Britons Foundation bash. I've cracked the 'what about a Middle Aged Britons Foundation?' gag so many times that even I'm getting tired of it. Anyway, Donal had the sense to keep the talk brief and to focus on encouraging us to make inroads into the vino. OK, it was only vin ordinaire, but it is a churlish individual who carps about what is freely given. And I wasn't the oldest there, as Iain was a sort of guest of honour, although his corresponding duties did not seem especially arduous. Well, sitting in the corner and holding forth. Notable that we relative grey beards - Iain, Jonathan Sheppard of Tory Radio and meself made a beeline for the limited seating.

Exiting, we spotted James 'Quaequam' Graham leafletting outside, and being a good sport he did not put up a fuss over my amusement at him sporting a Tory logo-ed ribbon for his conference pass. Anyway, the picture was a disaster, so just take my word for it.

Next stop was the Freedom Association / Forest 'Nanny State no thanks!' bash further up the road. This has been trailed with the intriguing line 'Smokers Welcome'. Hmm, thinks I, but having quizzed Mark Wallace of the FA he pointed out that the hired room had a very large balcony, and they were going to make a point of leaving the doors open. I had a half corona to celebrate, although it must be said that the balcony was Northern Line at rush hour crowded. Anyway a thoroughly entertaining bash, although I managed to miss the vol au vents. I heard an interesting defection rumour which was variously poo poohed / met by a sharp intake of breath when relayed. One of the speakers noted that the attendees at their bash at the Labour conference had only managed a derisory 80 bottles of champagne and he was sure we would outdo that. I have little doubt that we did, and I think the FA were pretty bold for having been the lion in a den of Daniels the other week. Mind you, the ippr (if they will insist on being ever so e.e.cummings about the name I suppose I should humour them) and the Smith Institute are lurking here too.

After further milling, it was reckoned that the Imperial was the place to be, as indeed it was. This made the FA bash look sparsely attended, and getting served was a nightmare. If not quite as nightmarish as the price of a round of drinks. Apart from sundry bloggers, the 18 Doughty St folk and others, I also chatted to a gentleman - the name of whom escapes me - who has been a councillor for over 50 years. Very impressive.

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Saturday and Sunday....

Sunday, September 30, 2007

First time in Blackpool, and it is a bit of a culture shock. Despite not going out of my way to dress up for the occasion, the locals etc can tell I’m not here for a stag night. Maybe it is obvious because I’m not wearing a football shirt.

Passing a club with Dizzy and another mate, someone shouted out ‘free entry for Tories’. We decided not to take up the offer, as I suspect the prize was going to be a kick in the shin. Hey ho.

Having got my days mixed up we headed for the Freedom Association bash at the Hilton, which is in fact scheduled for today. Still, the bar was quite pleasant, especially when the SE9 Tendency rolled and stood the drinks tab. Thanks chaps.

Dizzy finally got his pass at the third attempt. He has seethed at length elsewhere, but seems somewhat cheered now, and we have repaired to the Winter Gardens. The Winter Gardens is a magnificent building, if showing its age in places. What is amusing is that the building is filled with folk handing out leaflets, which all seems a tad Socialist Worker. Mind you, I have joined Conservative Friends of Israel, which I should have done years ago.

Meanwhile, there is a chap outside haranguing the great and good (and the rest of us) over the infamy of selling cigarettes in sweetshops, and he also seems to think that smoking causes the sea level to rise. As I said to a friendly plod (who was being singled out for a special harangue because the smoking enthusiast was not allowed over the barriers), he seems to have opinions far in advance of current thinking. He also reckoned that cigarettes were more deadly than bullets, which would put quite a spin on the last cigarette for the condemned man in front of a firing squad. Notable also is that there is a disability scooter shop opposite the main entrance to the conference.

Anyway, less guff and more substance later, once I've attended a few fringe meetings and been dragged away from the bar.

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Tory Conference

Saturday, September 29, 2007
I'm off to (sunny?) Blackpool and will be blogging from conference over the next few days. Normal service will be suspended, with probably all posts until Thursday focused on conference and the fringe.

If anyone reading is also in Blackpool and fancies meeting up to breeze shoot and sink a few, e-mail me and I'll send my mobile number.

Meanwhile, Dizzy and I have set up an aggregated feed of conference bloggers at toryconference2007.blogspot.

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