So, day two at Bournemouth, 9am at the Highcliffe, and you can get a seat and a coffee, and even hear what the person you are meeting is saying…..the sun is sparkling on the sea, and we’re looking good…
By 11am, the sky has darkened…ominous signs perhaps as Alistair Darling wanders around the bar, trying to find a place to sit… out onto the veranda, and still no-one will give up their seat for the second most important man in the country. Perhaps we were all putting the Brown pledge to always stand up for us to the test…
Moments after he conceded seat defeat and decided to conduct his meeting leaning against the wall of the hotel gardens, the heavens opened and down came the rain…beware the new chancellor… vengeance may well be his!
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