Monthly Archives: April 2010

Lib Dem incoherence

I clearly have not been paying sufficient attention, but I did not realise until yesterday’s leaders’ debate that the Lib Dems have a regionalised immigration policy.

This means that if, for example, there is a need for an immigrant’s skills in Inverness, the immigrant will be allowed into the country on the basis, presumably, that he may work only in Inverness.

Sounds reasonable at first blush, but what would happen if the job in Inverness disappeared?  Would the immigrant be allowed to move to London, or would he be sent home?  Would there be an internal passport system that applied to immigrants only, with an appropriate bureaucracy to enforce it?

Like many Lib Dem bright ideas, the policy is incoherent; I trust the media will press Mr Clegg on it.

Labour rubbish

Bereft of any positive reasons to give electors as to why they should vote for Gordon Brown, Labour candidates, including my opponent in  Clwyd West, have resorted to scaring elderly people by telling lies about Conservative policy.

So let me assure constituents that we will not cut bus passes or winter fuel allowances or free TV licences.  We will preserve and protect them.

And if any Labour canvasser tries to tell you otherwise, inform him as plainly and pointedly as you can that he is a downright liar.

Lib Dem rubbish

Tonight’s Lib Dem election broadcast was an arty-farty little number, showing Nick Clegg talking portentously into camera while walking through a variety of urban and rural locations strewn with scattered A4 sheets, apparently intended to represent broken election promises.

At one point, Clegg earnestly assured the viewer that the Lib Dems intend to ensure that “the polluter pays”.

I trust that the promise applies to the Lib Dems themselves and that a suitable cheque has been sent to, among others, the London Borough of Wandsworth.

Plaid’s flexible manifesto

To what extent, if at all, does Mr Ieuan Wyn Jones exert control over Plaid Cymru, the party of which he is nominally the leader?

Plaid’s slender, 34-page manifesto was published today and contains at least two policies of which Mr Jones must surely disapprove.

First, Plaid reaffirm our opposition to the construction of any new nuclear power stations in Wales”.  Given that Mr Jones has enthusiastically welcomed the construction of Wylfa B in his Assembly constituency, one must wonder how he can put his name to such an apparently adamant statement of contrary principle. 

Second, the manifesto declares: 

We cannot tackle climate change without considering the impact of transport. The UK will not achieve its target of 80% carbon emission reductions by 2050 if air travel continues to expand… We call for the removal of hidden subsidies for air travel… 

Given Mr Jones’s strident support for the failed, heavily-subsidised Valley – Cardiff air link, one must assume that he held his nose while signing that policy off, too.

Or is it simply the case that Plaid are nothing more than a ragtag bunch of unprincipled chancers who are entirely relaxed about modifying their public stance to suit the audience they are addressing?

Elfyn in Coventry

The question burning on the lips of those few who care about these things is: what has become of Elfyn Llwyd?

Elfyn was, until dissolution yesterday, the leader of the three Plaid Cymru Members of Parliament.  He is, so far as I know, standing for election once again, in the newly created seat of Dwyfor Meirionnydd.  He consequently has a big stake in this election campaign and one might have expected Plaid to want to give him as much media exposure as possible.

However, since campaign started last week, there has been nary sight nor sound of Elfyn.  All Plaid’s press conferences have been fronted by the party’s Assembly leader, Ieuan Wyn Jones; he was at it again this morning, saying something or other about how terribly important Plaid is going to be when we have his longed-for “balanced” Parliament. 

But Elfyn was nowhere in evidence.  I know that Dwyfor is a glorious part of Wales, but surely he would, if asked, be prepared to abandon it briefly to make the journey to the BBC studio in Bangor.

The time has come to ask what heinous thought crime Elfyn has committed in the eyes of the Plaid establishment to be so sidelined.  Why has he been sent  to the Plaid equivalent of Coventry?  Is he soon to be expunged from memory as a Plaid non-person? 

For all that he can sometimes be a bit prickly, I really like Elfyn and I think we should be told.

Back of the net

From yesterday’s Western Mail:

Reflecting on the first week of campaigning, Mr Hain said: “I think it has been a score-draw and now we are moving up a gear to start scoring shots in our opponents’ goals.”

Ignoring the spectacularly mixed metaphor, one must wonder in whose goals he thinks Labour have so far been scoring.

Perhaps he has the former candidate for Moray in mind?

Brown substance

Labour’s general election manifesto will be launched later today. It is heavily trailed in all the dailies and the Mirror even prints a picture of its front cover, which shows a family gazing at the sun rising over a green and pleasant land.

As might be expected, Labour’s pre-launch hype seeks to gloss over the not unimportant point that the party has been in power for the last thirteen years:

“The days of take it or leave it public services are over,” Brown says. “The days of just minimum standards are over. The days of the impersonal are finished. It has to be personal, accountable and tailored to your needs, and with a mechanism to trigger change if the service does not meet your needs.”

A reasonable reader might be inclined to ask why, if the Prime Minister is so determined to do away with “take it or leave it” services, he has presided over them for so long.  That, however, is not the issue.  The real issue, you see, is one of substance.

Yes, “substance” is a word that may be found spattered across today’s papers.  The manifesto is a “manifesto of substance” because the choice for electors is one between “Cameron style” and “Brown substance”.

I could make a joke about “Brown substance”, but, since I am not the former Labour candidate for Moray, I shall refrain.

By the way, I’m not entirely sure that the “sunrise” motif is one that Labour should be employing.  It merely serves to remind people that it is always darkest before the dawn.  And the darkness is one of Labour’s making.

Tweet with care

The press continually assure us that this will be the first-ever digital general election.  This is ever so slightly hyperbolic;  I remember that the internet figured heavily in the 2005 election and was not much less in evidence in 2001.

However, what is absolutely certain is that this will be the first-ever Twitter general election.  Twitter, which was launched in 2006 and is now hugely popular, will have the power to break election news and disseminate it instantly to a potentially enormous audience.  It will be a massively important medium for promoting political awareness. 

At the same time, Twitter will also have the power to damage or break political careers.  An injudicious tweet may come back to haunt the tweeter a thousand thousandfold.

In fact, it already has.  On the morning of 15 February, David Wright, the Labour MP for Telford and a Government whip, went on a bit of a tweeting binge, in the course of which he abused his political opponents in a particularly obnoxious manner.  All electronic hell broke loose about a seemingly startled Mr Wright, who attempted, vainly, to offer apologies.  Ultimately, he gave up the struggle and tweeted rather pathetically:

What a commotion today. Looks like my tweets have been tinkered with. I will keep you posted.

He never did; Mr Wright hasn’t ventured onto Twitter since, presumably fearful of what his reappearance might provoke.  He has, it would seem, tweeted his last.

Despite his embarrassment, however, Mr Wright’s career survived.  He was still serving in the Government whips’ office when Parliament was prorogued.  He is now seeking re-election in Telford, where I hope he will lose to my good friend Tom Biggins.  He is basically a nice chap who for some reason didn’t realise that Twitter should be treated by politicians much as they would handle a particularly unstable stick of gelignite.

One Labour politician who did not survive an ill-judged dalliance with Twitter, however, is Stuart MacLennan, the Labour Parliamentary candidate for Moray.  Mr MacLennan, in an astonishing burst of uncontrolled vulgarity, managed to malign in the most coarsely offensive terms possible the leaders of both the Conservative and Liberal Democrat parties, as well as the Speaker of the House of Commons, the Labour MP Dianne Abbot and the entire elderly population of Scotland.  He even succeeded in insulting a banana.

Yesterday, in a rare and commendable display of decisiveness, Gordon Brown clipped the errant tweeter’s wings.  Politically speaking, Mr MacLennan is no more.  Labour will have to find a new candidate for Moray pretty darn quickly.

Mr MacLennan’s Twitter site has also been culled; search for it and you will find only a bemused namesake: a Scottish disc jockey who yesterday expressed perplexity that his low-profile site had attracted 50 new followers in a day.  Perhaps he might like to consider standing for Labour in Moray and save them the cost of reprinting all those posters.  There again, probably he wouldn’t.

However, take a look at Google’s cache of the Labour MacLennan’s site and you will find an astonishingly prescient post; on 6 April, Mr MacLennan tweeted:

Iain Dale reckons the biggest gaffes will likely be made by candidates on Twitter – what are the odds it’ll be me?

I don’t know the answer to that, but I wish I’d made enquiries on Betfair.

As low as it gets

A good day’s canvassing in Glyn ward, Colwyn Bay today.  It seems pretty clear that the Labour vote is disintegrating.

I was, however, genuinely shocked when an elderly lady told me that she was concerned that the Conservative party will scrap free bus passes for retired people.  I told her that that was untrue and asked her where she had obtained the information.  She told me that she had been told by Labour activists.

All Labour campaigning to date has been negative – which I can accept because they have nothing positive to offer – but this is nothing short of disinformation.  It is a lie, aimed at upsetting vulnerable people.  Labour should be thoroughly ashamed.

Tory already in government

The Prime Minister is looking ever more embattled over his plans to increase National Insurance contributions from April next year.

Not only are increasing numbers of senior businesspeople coming out in support of the Conservative view that the NI hike is a tax on jobs, but we learn today that Stephen Timms, Financial Secretary to the Treasury, also considers that the measure will have an “impact” on employment.  However, the Mail reports that:

Mr Timms refused to publish Treasury forecasts of the numbers of jobs that will go, saying they would be released after the election “if necessary”.

When David Cameron, at this week’s PMQs, referred to the view of Diageo’s Paul Walsh that the NI increase was indeed a tax on jobs, a number of Labour Members catcalled that Mr Walsh was “a Tory”, notwithstanding that he is also a member of the Prime Minister’s business advisory council.

No doubt those Brownite diehards would now also be inclined to accuse poor Mr Timms of the same grievous offence.

Welcome home

Nightmare drive back from London.  Passed the time in successive traffic jams looking out for election posters, but saw none.

Then, in Abergele, 250 miles into the journey, a big blue poster at the side of the A55 exhorting passers-by to vote for me.

What a homecoming!  What great activists!

Plaid’s absent friends

Plaid Cymru’s first campaign press conference was a particularly bizarre affair.  It featured the party’s Assembly leader, Ieuan Wyn Jones, and two fellow Assembly members, Helen Mary Jones and Elin Jones, none of whom, so far as I am aware, is seeking election to Parliament.

There was no sign of Plaid’s Parliamentary group leader, Elfyn Llwyd or, indeed, of any Parliamentary candidate.

Very odd.

Bring it on

The office TV set, which perennially displays the green screen of the Parliamentary annunciator, was this morning tuned instead to the BBC News channel and the somewhat anticlimactic drama of the announcement of the general election campaign.

Not that there weren’t some high spots:  the moment, for example, when the Prime Minister’s Jaguar swept through Trafalgar Square and the hovering helicopter picked up the “Vote for Change” placards held aloft by enterprising Tory activists.

The Tories stole a march on Labour, too, with David Cameron’s delivery of a live ten-minute address outside County Hall while Gordon was still occupied with marshalling his cabinet, who ultimately lined up behind him, politburo-fashion, in Downing Street.   They listened attentively, hands clasped in front of them like footballers prepared for a particularly vicious free kick, as the PM delivered a notably wooden, almost Stalinesque, pitch to the British people over an echoey sound connection.  Then they then trooped back inside behind him, assembled together in No 10 for perhaps the last time.

Throughout the day, below my window on College Green, the TV lights burned brightly as a parade of politicians and pundits submitted themselves to interrogation.  I watched sporadically throughout the day, until an almost surrealistic interview with an over-excited John Prescott (who is clearly gagging for a seat in the Lords) convinced me that I had had enough.

My Parliamentary office is now packed away in boxes.  The decks are cleared.  Tomorrow we will have the last PMQs of this Parliament and then it’s back to North Wales, the Land Rover, the walking shoes and the campaign trail.

We’re ready for it.  Bring it on.

Change of style

The media confidently inform us that the Prime Minister will visit the Queen this morning and ask her to dissolve Parliament.  The general election will be held on 6 May.

Given that, in a few days’ time, I shall no longer be able to style myself as a Member of Parliament, I have changed the name of this blog.  I very much hope that I shall be able to change it back next month.

I shall try to continue blogging during the election campaign, but it may not be possible to do so as regularly as I would like.  If you would like to follow me on Twitter, my campaign address will be @dj4clwydwest.

If you live in Clwyd West and would like to help out during the campaign, please contact me at votedavidjones at gmail.com.

Ashes victory

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

The Conservative party has now launched its own “Ashes to Ashes” campaign on exactly the same electronic poster sites as those used by Labour.