Monday, April 11, 2005
Babies are better than manifestos
I wandered down to Liberal Democrat HQ in Cowley Street this afternoon. The place was in uproar.
"It's all gone wrong," someone wailed, "the birth was meant to take place in the week before polling day." He pointed to a wall chart where Monday 1 May was circled in red. "Can's she hold on till then?"
It all makes sense now. Last year I saw the Lib Dem supremo poring over one of Clare Rayner's books on sex education, with a lunar calendar, a thermometer and the tide tables for Kyle of Lochalsh laid out on the desk in front of him.
I wonder if he confused metric and Imperial measures or forgot to allow for British Summer Time?
He should not worry too much about cancelling the manifesto launch. No one reads them, and everyone goes soppy over new babies.
"It's all gone wrong," someone wailed, "the birth was meant to take place in the week before polling day." He pointed to a wall chart where Monday 1 May was circled in red. "Can's she hold on till then?"
It all makes sense now. Last year I saw the Lib Dem supremo poring over one of Clare Rayner's books on sex education, with a lunar calendar, a thermometer and the tide tables for Kyle of Lochalsh laid out on the desk in front of him.
I wonder if he confused metric and Imperial measures or forgot to allow for British Summer Time?
He should not worry too much about cancelling the manifesto launch. No one reads them, and everyone goes soppy over new babies.
