Monday lunchtime. Forget Sarah Palin, Boo Weekley is the guy. As anticipated, Poulter won. But no one else did. A bad golf night. Personally I saw very little- but my staff excelled themselves in their hole-by-hole commentary provided through the Blackberry.
The highlight of a long night was a teenager taking a swing at me in the gents at the Radisson. At least I think that was what he was doing as he bounced off the walls talking about ‘no return to old labour’, ‘cannot go back to the 70s’ ‘I’m nuts for Hazel’ etc, etc. Poor bloke reminded me of the guys who used to sell Militant; I bet his dad did.
It turns out he had been to the ‘Progress Rally’- no wonder he was speaking in tongues. The one mistake made by ‘Old Miliband’- in what otherwise has been a brilliant conference for him- is the speech to the Progress tribe; a not very subtle green light to the extremists.
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