Dinner with Ming
Tonight I am going to Rochdale for dinner with Ming Campbell.
This is not though a candle-lit soiree involving just the two of us, a bottle or two of wine and some increasingly risque comments, unfortunately, fun though that would certainly be. I wouldn’t take him to Rochdale for that. Especially not now that Croma is almost up and running in Prestwich Village. Nothing impresses a date more than some great-value pizza just a stone’s throw from my house.
Instead, this is a fund-raiser and mass party event held by Paul Rowen, the Rochdale MP. And it’s in the town hall.
Lots of us are going, and I feel a bit like Tony Sprano in that members of both my “families” will be in attendance. There’s my mother, and my Lib Dem associates.
Happily, unlike Tony Soprano, my mother isn’t trying to kill me, and I won’t have to deal with inter-gang violence over the dinner table. There will be representatives of lots of other local Lib Dem “crews” there though, so I hope the conversation doesn’t turn deadly over which has the most effective Focus newsletter. The last thing I need is Ming getting blood-spattered.
Rick
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