As you know, I don't tend to mix politics into this email, but post election Friday it can't be resisted. One of the biggest wins for the Conservatives last night was Enfield Southgate where the ghastly, anti-hunting, schools minister, Stephen Twigg was ousted. Without wishing to be seen to be blowing my own trumpet I have tell you I played a small part in this upset.
Last Sunday I was down in Enfield tromping the streets canvassing on behalf of the Conservatives, but primarily I was there with a group of kindred spirits who share my detest for the anti-hunting bill trying to do our bit to get rid of prejudice. Ah you were wondering where this was leading. Anyhow I knew early on that Twigg's days were numbered. As I approached the very first house the door opened and out came a young woman. You will forgive me for sterotyping and I might even be asked to elaborate, but she looked like a quintessential Labour voter. She eyed me up and down and the next thing I heard was a shrill torrent of foul language. It was still only 9.30 in the morning and I wondered how I was going to cope with a whole day of abuse. Never mind I thought I'm a stockbroker. I can handle this. It was still a relief though, and an ironic one, when I realised what was actually upsetting her. "These ***ing foxes ", she screamed, staring at her dustbin which had been knocked over and the contents strewn all over her doorstep, "I ****ing hate them!!"
There and then I realised Enfield Southgate was going to be a walk in the park.
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