Monday 24th April 2017
On the way to The House I stopped for a skinny hazelnut macchiato at Starbucks. I was going to take it away when I stopped to listen to a conversation between two hipsters. They were spouting the usual nonsense about some new age crap when one made a remark that got me thinking. He said that social media was making a lot of people into opinion formers. I see an opportunity to raise my profile, and do it in a way which will get to the younger, switched on people. At the same time I will try to get an opinion piece in The Telegraph, as soon as I have an opinion, that is.
Met Trevor Bains, my Labour pair on the way to the office. He is a thoroughly decent sort, for a grammar school boy. In a different world he would be a good councillor for us. New Labour, through and through. He doesn’t have a safe seat, so I may have to get a new pair after we trounce them in the election, if they still have enough to worry about pairing. I asked how he thought it was going, and he said that they were stuffed because of Corbyn, and he laughed bitterly. All the polls are massively in our favour, as are all the sensible newspapers. Only the shufflers who read the Mirror or the pathetically few who take The Guardian won’t get the message.
Abigail, my Westminster PA, was waiting for me in the office and I told her about my ideas for using social media. She said she hoped I wasn’t going to start tweeting like Donald Trump and sneered. I said that Trump got through to his supporters via those tweets and he was playing to his audience. She said that I would have to build up an audience first. We discussed my web-site and decided it needed a bit of updating. In fact she said that if there was a competition for the most boring website in the world, mine would definitely be in the top ten. I told her that she was welcome to jazz it up a bit, if she had any suggestions that I liked. She said that one of her friends was a web developer, whatever that is, and she would ask him to make some suggestions. It will cost, of course, but I obviously need to improve on that side of my publicity machine.
Sent a message to the Home Office about the lovely Astrid’s daughter. I will hear from them in a couple of days. Then I sent an email to Minty to get the Jaguar sorted.
Had a look at the business for the day, and decided that I am not needed until the vote tonight. Thought about going to the Gym, but decided against it. Had a decent lunch at my club, then called on a certain tax advisor friend. He gave me some ideas about a few wheezes which could prove useful.
Went back home to Chelsea and had to step around some dosser by my front door. Called the Police to get him moved on. We can’t have that sort of thing round here. There is nothing like having a few homeless around to lower the property values. One of the perks of being on a Police committee is that the Police are always very helpful when I ask for a favour. The letting agents for the block in Dalston say that one of the flats has become vacant. I have an idea about who the new tenant could be. I sent a text to the Hussy. I’m sure that she will be suitably grateful. Suggested that she show her gratitude tomorrow, at the flat in Dalston.
Went to cast my vote, as lobby fodder for some nonsense the cabinet has decided. It’s easy, really, you just go the way the whips point you. Gavin himself was there, the annoying little tick. He needs taking down a peg or three, IMHO. There must be something in his past that I can make use of, like Govey had on old Boris. You don’t get to rise in this party by being white as the driven. Bumped into that absolutely dreadful DUP oik, KN. He walks around like some Old Testament prophet, preaching fire and brimstone, while always being open to a bung at the same time.
Went back to Chelsea and decided to do a spot of research. So I watched a few episodes of House of Cards. Kevin Spacey is wonderful, isn’t he? Got a few ideas, but won’t other people know where I got these ideas from?