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don't mention the voodoo...

one poster on 5 live summed the speech up 'it was like watching Delia shout 'lets be havin yer' on the norwich football pitch'.

it was a bit emotional.

Any more stories that should be true but not?

Its the time for them to come on out now the election is near. The truth does not really hurt, just interferes.

I heard that he praised the "wonderful guacamole dip" after a visit, in the company of other southern Labour politicos, to a chippie ooop north, where what my family sometimes called "mucky peas" were de rigeur before they were adopted by southerners.

Watching the fawn-out to Little Master Sunshine's outing in some quarters, and I am reassured that when one moves beyond the beholden and hence bonded WUVI-classes, which number a few thousand at best, the rest of the population have longer memories and less well (and often less dubiously-funded, in some cases) packed bank balances.

In actually labouring terms, that is.

Come the election. Comes the day.

Now all I need to figure out is who I can actually stomach voting for.

A Parliament of NOTAs is, sadly, a route to anarchy. I owe my kids better than that.

all of the reasons why Labour will be trashed at the election.....Mandy, Gordon, Mandy, Gordon, Mandy, Gordon....the public don't want you guys...you are finished, you have messed up now please...kindly leave the stage, you are now an embarrassment...

Among other things Our Mandy is an adept chameleon.

( Or maybe he actually likes that processed green vegetable. )

This is when we need a political commentator to pop the question to His Lordship !

I think the mushy peas incident is quite unfair to Mandy. I come from the same neck of the woods as Mandy, am a few years older and grew up at a poorer address.

No chippy in that part of London served mushy peas in the Fifties and Sixties. He would have not have known of the phenomenon until he finally went up north. For some of us this was sooner for others later.

My Dad took me up north when I was twelve as he wanted me to know where the real work was done in the country. I had my first mushy peas then and loved them: good honest grub!

Someone from the balmy London suburbs, middle-class like Mandy, would not have understood muchy peas but would have known guacamole. I bet he did use the word `guacamole' but this was quite reasonable within the context. Only the inverted snobbery of others makes this an issue.

Funny how various persons. whom I shall not be sufficiently impolite to describe further, want to give the impression that the next election is over bar their greasy chicken counting . . .

Perhaps, Michael, you might blog on the wanna-be bandwagon effect, which, I understand, may play a role in their propaganda?