But our real knockout blow was helium balloons. Labour apparatchiks rush off to get their balloons, but having no helium, have to blow them up themselves. All the children want blue, floating ballons, not red, sinking ones, irrespective of their parents voting intentions. The High street is a sea of blue. My clanger count is mounting.
Candidates always drop clangers because they are always talking.
An elderly lady in Stanton Harcourt says she cannot stop to talk because she has just lost her dog. I ask engagingly. No, she just died. Course love, I am a gypsy. She tells me that, as a result, the Beeches are backing the blue rosettes.