My Labour Conference painkiller hell
I can exclusively reveal that a leading political figure IS surviving day-to-day on painkillers.
But it's , it's me.
I have made it to the in Brighton complete with Man Flu germs collected at last week's Lib Dem gathering.
I'm only hoping that, in the interests of political balance, I don't have to catch an equivalent dose of Labour infection.
So onto the hotel check:
Biscuits: Small Italian jobs. Quite tasty, but personally I'd prefer a good Bourbon Cream.
TV Channels: Approx eight, including CBeebies and ITV2, which only ever seems to show Midsomer Murders.
Corby Trouser Press: Present and correct. (By the way does anyone else make trouser presses?)
Anyway, much of my week here will be dominated by people whose careers are under threat.
Not Labour's MPs' (although I'm sure that's dominating their thoughts) but workers at the .
Some of them are at the Conference this week, possibly , but definitely at a Fringe meeting I've been asked to chair on Wednesday.
They're pushing for more government aid to save the works. Some want to see it nationalised.
The line taken by Nick Brown at last week's Grand Committee was that everything possible was being done.
But he says he's open to ideas. I'm guessing nationalisation isn't one of them though.
The Corus workers will be pushing for answers from Business Secretary Lord Mandelson though.
That's if he manages to !
He's been invited to this evening's meeting, and I'm now chasing him too.
And if he doesn't agree to an interview, I'll cough on him. That'll teach him.
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