Tristram Hunt sounds like such a total ...
Can you imagine the conversation? Selection of a Labour candidate for a seat with a real possibility of going to the BNP and it's "Mwah", "Mwah, Darling, Daddy thinks I ought to be an M.P. Could you possibly?" Looking at map. "I say, here is a funny little place. Sock? Stock?" A passing policy wonk coughs. "Stoke, sir". Tristam and Peter glare at the little oik, not even minor public school. "Then it is decided." They smile and look out of the window. Tristram asks "Should I motor up there and do a bit of canvassing?" Peter shakes his head "Lord no, get your man to do it. What is your valet called?" Tristram thinks for a moment. "Not Polish, funny accent though. Lancashire? Spoiled the veal last night." Peter grimaced "One cannot get the staff these days". Tristram turned and headed for the door "Love to Bobby and Jacky".
There was some idle talk of a local chap who had a Daddy who was a miner (how quaint!) getting selected but it is frightfully dull having these working class types representing the Labour party what? John was saying only the other day the blogosphere is full of these wretches demanding "equality" and such like.
So you see dear readers, there really is no fuss over choosing a chap for Stoke. Tally Ho!
There was some idle talk of a local chap who had a Daddy who was a miner (how quaint!) getting selected but it is frightfully dull having these working class types representing the Labour party what? John was saying only the other day the blogosphere is full of these wretches demanding "equality" and such like.
So you see dear readers, there really is no fuss over choosing a chap for Stoke. Tally Ho!