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11:04am on Sunday, 9th May, 2010:
Anecdote
I mentioned that my wife and daughter were in London yesterday, failing to buy a prom dress. What I didn't mention, because I hadn't been paying attention when she told me, was that my mother was in London too. She was, in her capacity of accidental assistant to the National Chairman of the Normandy Veterans Association, at the Cenotaph in London for the VE Day commemoration. She got to sit in the front row, opposite Camilla Parker-Bowles, and watched as the three main political party leaders came out to lay wreaths about 4 or 5 yards from her. If she'd liked, she could have picked her chair up and attacked one of them with it. Later, she shook hands with both David Cameron and Gordon Brown, so whoever is PM this time next week, she's shaken hands with him.
The NVA Chairman she was with, Eddie Slater, spoke to both Brown and Cameron. He reminded Brown that the last time he spoke to him, he'd told him to keep on fighting, and urged him to continue to do so. Brown replied, "We do what we can". With Cameron, the conversation went something like this:
Slater: If my old dad had known I'd one day be shaking hands with a Tory, he'd have killed me!
Cameron: (laughs)
Cameron: So where do you live?
Slater: Colchester.
Cameron: Ah, Bob Russell?
Slater: Yes. He's a good man.
I don't suppose that one left-winger's recommendation of a centrist to a right-winger will change the future of British politics, but I do know that unless Mr Cameron also takes this kind of transcendant view, we're not going anywhere.
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