Et tu, George?

BONG! Was it only a matter of time before young Jedi George Osbourne got the jitters about the Cameroon agenda and made moves towards the dark side of the Force? Fraser Nelson's Spectator article tomorrow will be well worth a read. In the meantime there's more on the Ben Brogan blog but, intriguingly, the Evening Standard and the Speccie links don't seem to work anymore.

BONG! Guido's got a good story on how certain lines in the Bournemouth sand proved provocative. Some wag (possibly Nikkala, who knows?) drew the words "I WANT A REFERENDUM" in letters so large that they were clearly visible by the delegates in the Highcliff Hotel above. Within minutes, however, the phrase had been eradicated by an, er, coincidental patrol of police horses which walked firmly over the offending words. Somebody page Shami Chakrabarti!

BONG! Comradeliness - never one of the Labour Party's strongest characteristics - has fallen to an all time low here in Bournemouth with patience on the part of the older members toward our younger sharp-suited aspirants wearing rather thin. When one such bag-carrier attempted to queue jump at the Labour Students party last night, he was treated to the most fishlike of stares from a more senior member and a firm talking-to that concluded with the word "sonny."

BONG! Overheard at the security fence: a member of the local constabulary discussing which famous people he'd seen go through with his mate. "Jacqui Smith? Never heard of him, but that bird from Emmerdale came through earlier."

BONG! The ballot to select the Tories' mayoral candidates closed earlier today. Will Bojo be our Glorious Leader in eight months hence, or will he be confined to the archives of Have I Got Very Old News For You? The voters have decided, and we wait on tenterhooks.

Written by Lloyd Shepherd on 26 Sep 2007 6:40 PM. Permalink