Just back home from my
Orwell in Tribune bash at the Wheatsheaf, which went really well apart from my pathetic attempt at a speech. It was great to see you all, I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk to anyone at length, and thanks everyone for coming. I've covered costs for beer and books and
if the IOUs are honoured the
Tribune Fighting Fund will be better off by a couple of hundred quid. Good night, and I love you all!
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Great night. Well done.
Yes, it was a great night. I had a most convivial conversation with Iain Duncan Smith - what a lovely man! - who'd left Bournemouth (or BoMo as cool Cameroonies call it) early especially to attend the event.
It was a bit of a shame that Cinderella Anderson had to leave a little early before the 23.14 to Ipswich turned into a pumpkin.
Look, Red Maria, if I'd not gone home at a reasonable time last night, I would have fallen asleep tonight at Manningtree and gone on to Norwich before waking up. As it is, I fell asleep at Manningtree and woke up at Stowmarket. Small mercies, small mercies.
Smashing evening. Comhgairdeas!
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