What?

Apr. 22nd, 2015 08:26 am
therealpm: (Confused)
[personal profile] therealpm
"Milifandom soars with Twitter backing for Labour leader Ed Miliband"

Alastair knows about this twitter thing, though I'm not convinced his smugness, if asked, would be anything other than intolerable. Maybe Fiona?

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Date: 2015-04-22 06:08 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (huh?)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
I attempted to get an explanation from [personal profile] thetwitterqueen but I couldn't understand half of what she said and the other half was a collection of laughs and giggles. Perhaps you would be better able to understand her attempt at being helpful?

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Date: 2015-04-22 06:36 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (Hidden smirkishness)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
You might say that, I couldn't possibly comment.

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Date: 2015-04-22 06:56 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (posing)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
Well I suppose I should be heading back to Buckingham - very important meeting this evening in a local library. Couldn't possibly miss it.

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Date: 2015-04-22 07:06 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (Happy)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
Oh I've got a while until the meeting starts and I've been on my feet all day doing the old door-to-door pitch.

Well, most of the day.

Most of the afternoon, if I'm being completely honest.

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Date: 2015-04-22 07:30 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (huh?)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
*John feels himself being lifted off the kitchen tiles.*

What in Merlin's-

*He lets out a yelp as he's turned on his side and floated - rather more speedily than strictly necessary - through Peter's house and the fireplace. John emits another yelp and he's all but dumped on the rug in Buckingham.*

*John splutters from where he has unceremoniously landed.*

When did you learn to do that?

*He looks around at his livingroom.*

And why, for heaven's sake, am I back in Buckingham?

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Date: 2015-04-22 07:41 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (Not impressed)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
*John stares at the head in the fireplace.*

Peter, the meeting isn't for over an hour yet! What do you expect me to do here, by myself, for an hour that would be of any benefit to tonight's event?

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Date: 2015-04-22 07:52 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (Not impressed)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
*John continues to stare at Peter.*

My "campaign team" consists of the few members of the local Conservative party who can still stand the sight of me and a group of sixth-form students who aren't even old enough to vote. I'm lucky if they all manage to turn up at the same time for a strategy meeting! Sparring with you for half an hour is far more effective preparation for tonight than sitting with a cluster of spotty 16 year olds!

*John warms to the theme of just how crap his political team is and is soon ranting away.*

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Date: 2015-04-22 08:13 pm (UTC)
bamfbercow: (huh?)
From: [personal profile] bamfbercow
*John doesn't argue with Peter's assessment - despite what Peter thinks, John does know his constituency and the analysis he's seeing matches rather well with what he's seen and heard on the doorsteps. No wonder Labour won landslide after landslide if Peter could get such accurate, targeted information so quickly he thinks to himself. He makes a mental note to talk to Peter about The Machine's capabilities... after the election.*

*The time to leave comes around far sooner than John thought possible. They're still going through sector analysis as John puts his coat on.*

Think you can finish the briefing in the car?

*He pulls on a pair of shoes as he waits for an answer.*
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