MONDAY
Fab write-ups of our top secret meeting with unions. (Another great U-turn!) Of course, what we couldn’t reveal is how embarrassing it was when they told Dave how fantastic he is. It was bordering on creepy.
The guy from the Long List of Letters which have something to do with manual labour asked him to autograph his son’s hooded sweatshirt. ‘He’ll laugh his head off when he sees this.’ Honestly, how gauche! Couldn’t he have waited till the end and asked us to send him one like everyone else?
Was a bit odd having all those lefties round. Lot of faffing trying to work out what to give them to drink. Poppy got into a right state trying to buy something called ‘real ale’. Dave said he wanted to serve tea, but then we had huge row over what type of tea as, obviously, Earl Grey would send wrong message, and PG Tips would be insulting.
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