Category Archives: general election

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Losing the Ashes test

I can’t help feeling that Labour’s new poster campaign is unlikely to produce the effect desired by the party’s spin machine. 

It depicts David Cameron as DCI Gene Hunt from the BBC TV series Ashes to Ashes, with the caption “Don’t let him take Britain back to the 1980s” and will apparently go up on 1,000 electronic billboards across the country.

Labour’s problem is that the poster is targeted at the youth vote, which – self-evidently, one might have thought – doesn’t remember the 1980s.  What is does remember, however, is Ashes to Ashes, of which – despite his manifest political incorrectness – Hunt was the charismatic star character.

What’s more, showing Cameron perched casually on the bonnet of the iconic Audi Quattro, wearing a sharp suit and snakeskin boots, his tie insouciantly loosened, the poster arguably makes the Tory leader look pretty cool.

All in all, an image that may prove rather attractive to undecided yoof.

More, please.