Yesterday I delivered 200 leaflets for the LibDems while Pete cycled round to the health food shop for mushroom paté and rye flour and blackcurrant juice. Then we had a sossidge sammidge for breakfast/brunch and walked down to town for a No2ID session – planning meeting in the Mission first (one small glass fizzy water consumed), then a street stall for a couple of hours in Hull city centre.
I’ve discovered that if people ask you “what’s it about, then?”, ask them if they want to be part of the database state, and they’ll often stop and talk to you. We got a fair few people to sign the petition too, which was nice, and I provided an apple and rye cake to go with the Greggs tea run.
It transpired that Diana Johnson, our erstwhile Blair Babe MP, was campaigning a couple of hundred yards away, so Carla and I took it upon ourselves to go down and confront her, armed with a stack of leaflets, and (in Carla’s case) wearing a fetching No2ID t-shirt. We handed out literature all around the square, and actually had a chat with Ms Johnson, who thought ID cards were a good idea, seemingly because they would identify benefit cheats in the main. Her hair was a very odd shade too. All good fun.
Got some fruit and veg at the stall in town, popped into T J Hughes to pick up some cheap clothes for the gym – mine are all too big for me now! Pair of joggers in taupe (how stylish), couple of cheap t-shirts, two hand towels, pair of memory foam insoles, came to £14 …
Home to a slump, Dr Who (excellent) and Up, which was utterly charming, and stir fried asparagus.
I have 530 LibDem leaflets to deliver in Bricknell ward today, and a local hustings on Chants Ave tonight. A quiet afternoon, I think, don’t you?