Erm... Just Venting

After an early tussle to bag a seat in front of the TV in preparation for the Address of the Gord, your action news reporter realised that she had left her Conference guide up the hill in the Mariott.

Legging it up the hill in a force eight gale, Westmonster came across a couple of local delegates who wanted to chat. Not listening properly, Westmonster nodded along vaguely before excusing herself with the following words roared over the wind: "HE BETTER BLOODY NOT CALL AN ELECTION, THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY!"

...as Gord himself, flanked by about ten bag-carriers, files past in silence.

Smooth.