Monthly Archives: April 2010

Theft and criminal damage

The Conservatives’ poster displays have outshone all other parties’ throughout North Wales this general election.  However, activists have become increasingly concerned at the prevalence of vandalism and theft of posters on a scale never previously experienced.

This evening, I was contacted by one of our team from Ruthin, who told me that three prominent posters have been stolen today.  They will, of course, be replaced.

And the culprits?  Well, I’m not pointing the finger at anyone, but it was noticeable that a nearby green and yellow poster was untouched. 

No leg to stand on

 

 Caption suggestions welcomed.

Clegg clears it up

The last Prime Ministerial debate was by far the liveliest and best.  The debates have generally been an excellent innovation.  They have generated huge public interest and will, I feel sure, form a permanent feature of general election campaigns.

Nick Clegg, to his credit, answered the question I posited in my last blog post.  He informed the audience in unequivocal terms that he is “not advocating entry into the Euro”.

So how much else of the Lib Dem manifesto should we ignore?

Uphill struggle

Final Prime Ministerial debate tonight, this time on the economy.

The crisis in Greece and its knock-on effect throughout the Eurozone will inevitably overshadow the event.

The Liberal Democrats’ manifesto has this to say on the Euro:

We believe that it is in Britain’s long-term interest to be part of the euro.  But Britain should only join when the economic conditions are right, and in the present economic situation, they are not.

It will be fascinating to hear Mr Clegg explaining precisely why he considers it to be in our national interest to join the single currency and when he anticipates the time will be right to do so.

Hung Parliament Party

Say a prayer for Sue

From the back seat of a Jaguar, somewhere in Rochdale:

PM: That was a disaster. Should never have put me with that woman … whose idea was that?

Second voice: I don’t know, I didn’t see her.

PM: It’s Sue, I think. It’s just ridiculous. (Muffled sounds)

SV: What did she say?

PM: Ugh, everything – she’s just a sort of bigoted woman, said she used to be Labour. It’s just ridiculous.

Say a prayer for Sue tonight.

Labour: bile from the gutter

Attended the Colwyn Bay hustings last night, which was extremely well attended and very lively.

Returned home to see the Labour party’s latest election broadcast.  This informed us that the Conservatives will remove the right of cancer sufferers to see their specialist.

Labour’s election campaign, both nationally and locally, has been an utter disgrace.  But, with this broadcast, they have surpassed even themselves in the art of gutter politics. 

Presumably Gordon Brown didn’t authorise this, either.

Rural ride

As I have previously blogged, this election campaign’s weather has been almost unbelievably pleasant, making it a joy for us to journey through the notably beautiful Clwyd West landscape.

Yesterday was probably the finest we have had so far, with the Land Rover’s thermometer hovering just below 20°C.  We campaigned in Ruthin, followed by the villages of Llanbedr, Llanfihangel Glyn Myfyr, Cerrigydrudion, Glasfryn and Pentrefoelas.  We then tracked back to Colwyn Bay across the Denbigh moors, stopping in Gwytherin en route.  It was a grand tour of matchless beauty.

There was, however, a touch of bleakness beneath the surface.  In Cerrigydrudion, the butcher’s shop had closed.  Petrol was retailing at 129.9p per litre.  There was a sign on the facade of the famous White Lion announcing that its tenancy was available.  The pub – the only one left in the village – had briefly closed, but was now apparently operated by a manager.

A man came up to me and asked if I could help revive the daily bus service, which had not operated for several months.  He couldn’t afford to run a car and was unable to find work because he was  now unable to travel out of the village.  He was, he said, very demoralised.

The rural areas of this country have been arguably even more severely affected than our towns and cities during this long, deep and bitter recession.  For many, life in the countryside is becoming progressively more difficult.  This has to change; but change is unlikely under a Labour government whose history, outlook and mindset are firmly and immutably urban.

Way down

Seemingly, the entire blogosphere is bemused as to why Labour thought it a good idea to set up a photo-op for Gordon Brown with an Elvis impersonator yesterday.  The tweeted comment of the normally ultra-loyal  Kevin Maguire sums up the despair breaking out within Labour-supporting ranks:

Lab’s lucky to be 3rd after viewing film of Brown-Elvis horror show. Comical Ali’s lost it. As bad as backfiring Gene Hunt ad.

Maguire’s exasperation is given extra poignancy when one realises that the ersatz Elvis is singing The Wonder of You, the first stanza of which goes:

When no-one else can understand me
When everything I do is wrong
You give me love and consolation
You give me hope to carry on.

Not, I suspect, the sort of upbeat message the Labour spin machine was hoping to convey.

1 minute of Labour

Square peg

The BBC News website reports that the junior Foreign Office official who thought it a good idea to insult the Pope in the most crassly offensive terms has been “put on other duties”.

Personally, for his or her own good, as well as that of the Foreign Office, I should have thought it sensible to suggest to the official in question, as kindly as possible, that a career in diplomacy no longer beckons.

A good reason to get rid of Gordon

Ruthin hustings last night; very well attended, despite the competing political attraction in Bristol and the sporting one in Madrid.

The first question from the audience was about my Labour opponent’s election address and its allegation that the Conservatives will scrap free bus passes for pensioners: why, asked the questioner, was the candidate publishing something that was not true?

The candidate appeared very uncomfortable and mumbled something which amounted to considerably less than a denial that the document was a lie.  I said, for the umpteenth time during this campaign, that the leaflet was indeed untrue and that we will not only keep free bus passes, but also the winter fuel allowance and free TV licences for the over 75s.  I did not, I said, blame the Labour candidate particularly, but I did blame her party’s spin machine for peddling lies because it had nothing positive to say.

Meanwhile, in Bristol, something similar was happening.  In the Leaders’ debate, David Cameron took Gordon Brown to task over the lies, which have been published by Labour candidates up and down the country.  Cameron told Brown the he should not be resorting to frightening people in an election campaign and that he should be ashamed of himself.  Disgracefully, Brown’s only reply was  that he had not personally authorised the leaflets.

The exchange illustrates what a spineless, odious man Gordon Brown is.  He should have admitted immediately that the leaflets are lies and apologised unreservedly for them.  Instead, as ever, he sought to dodge personal responsibility and was happy to hang his candidates, including my hapless opponent in Clwyd West, out to dry.

The sooner our country ceases to be governed by this appalling individual, the better.

That’s magic!

The desperation now gripping the Labour party is clearly highlighted in an interview with the Prime Minister in today’s Independent:

Gordon Brown appealed yesterday for a “progressive alliance” of natural Labour and Liberal Democrat supporters to join forces to keep the Conservative Party out of power…  He revealed a rethink in Labour’s strategy in which the party will try to sell its sweeping constitutional reforms to highlight common ground with the Liberal Democrats and convince voters that it can still offer change after 13 years in power.

This new enthusiasm on the PM’s part for bipartisan politics will cause raised eyebrows among those who, like me, have sat through Prime Minister’s Questions for the last two and a bit years and observed Brown reserve his most scathingly contemptuous criticism for the Lib Dems, a party he clearly despises, to the extent that he pointedly refuses to use their correct title, instead always referring to them as “the Liberal party”.

So why, one wonders, this sudden cosying-up?   It’s strangely reminiscent of Mrs Merton’s penetrating question to Debbie McGee:

“So, Debbie, what first attracted you to the millionaire Paul Daniels?”

Grateful thanks to Labour

My grateful thanks to my Labour opponent for securing me at least one more vote today.

After morning service in St Paul’s, I was approached by a retired lady who was clutching a copy of the Labour election address: a farrago of shameless lies about which I have blogged previously. 

“This says that the Tories intend to give a £200,000 tax cut to the 3,000 richest families,” she said.  “Is that true?”

I told her that the leaflet was referring to the Conservative proposal to increase the inheritance tax threshold to £1 million, which meant that nobody who was not a millionaire would ever have to pay the tax again.   Only the really rich would pay.

The lady was delighted.  She was certainly not a millionaire, but her estate was also certainly in the taxable bracket.  She was currently paying a substantial monthly insurance premium to provide for a fund that would pay the inheritance tax likely to be due on her death.

“That means I won’t have to pay the premiums any more if the Tories win,” she said.  “And quite right, too.  I’ve saved hard all my life and paid my taxes.  Why should my children pay more tax when I die?”

Apologising for troubling me with politics on the day of rest, she assured me of her support.

I’m not entirely sure that that was the outcome Labour intended, but my heartfelt thanks once again.

A four week holiday

 

In 1995, shortly after I was selected as prospective Parliamentary candidate for the constituency of Conwy, I was presented with a book entitled How to be an MP.  It was written by the former Conservative Member, Ivor Stanbrook, who had taken Orpington from the Liberals at the 1970 election.  I considered the gift an enormously good omen, because Stanbrook was the first Member of Parliament I had ever met and, moreover, his son Clive had been a contemporary of mine in UCL Conservative Association.

As it turned out, it was nothing of the sort.  The 1997 general election was, of course, a depressing rout for the Conservative party and Conwy was lost.  Nevertheless, I enjoyed Stanbrook’s book, which was a light and informative read.

One of its chapters was entitled “The election campaign: think of it as a four-week holiday!” The tenor of the advice it contained was to relax, enjoy the final stage of the electoral effort and not over-do it.   I considered this a piece of counsel easier to give than to follow: certainly, I have always liked campaigning, but a relaxing experience it usually isn’t.  The pace is unremittingly frenetic and one invariably arrives at the count feeling pretty exhausted.

This campaign, however, is quite different.   Sure, we are working as hard as ever, but this time we have the benefit of  the most glorious weather I have ever experienced at an election.  The sun has shone brightly every day, allowing us to enjoy the glorious North Wales scenery to its fullest advantage. 

On Wednesday, we were campaigning in Old Colwyn.   I knocked at the door of a clittfop house and was invited in by its owners.  They wanted to show me the view, which was stunning, looking westward across the sweep of the bay, its waters sparkling and remarkably calm, with the silhouetted mass of the Great Orme rising in the distance.  It was a sight, on such a day, to rival anything I have seen on the Mediterranean coast.

Yesterday, I was in Ruthin with a large team.  A visit to Ruthin, of course, is a delight even on the bleakest of days, but yesterday particularly so, as it basked in the warm spring sunshine against the backdrop of the shimmering Clwydian hills.

And the weather makes a difference to people, too.  The campaign teams are invariably in good spirits and the constituents seem genuinely pleased – or, at worst, not over-irritated  – to see us.  We all return back to base at the end of the day feeling tired but cheerful.  What’s more, everyone has developed a healthy tan and, having lost a couple of pounds in weight from pounding the pavements, is looking trimmer, too.

So Stanbrook was right, after all.  A campaign can indeed be as good as holiday. 

But only if the sun shines.