Diary of a Westminster Bag-Carrier

My goodness, it's dusty around here! Sadly, my self-enforced hiatus was longer than expected but with so many balls in the air, one must sometimes make sacrifices.
Those of you who have stuck around or stopped by to check for updates every now and then; know that I love you from the bottom of my wine glass....

This blog now officially backs Boris for Leader of the Party. You're welcome, Boris!

I've written several times for this blog and elsewhere about slipping into events with free wine and tasties. I don't often mention the events I attend with my boss because very little happens at these.
After all, I am there to scout out the room before he gets there. I approach a few who I know will want to speak to him or him to them and I try for the life of me to remember something about them to mention when I subtly push my boss in their direction...

My parents never left me in a pub toilet before but that doesn't mean I haven't left myself in one. There's nothing worse than going too far and too fast only to find yourself camped out in a cubical, desperate to pass out in peace against the cold toilet...