Thursday, 1 October 2009

Conference wind down

I could tolerate the over-cooked eggs, the tepid coffee and the cold service, but this was going too far. “Excuse me, waiter – there appears to be a Mandelson in my breakfast.”

The morning feed, you see, is sacred at conference. It’s one of the few times of day you have away from politics and it should be kept that way.

Believe me, being surrounded all day by hundreds of people obsessed by politics is draining. Even the most banal discussions don’t stray – someone has even asked me what kind of soap I thought David Cameron used.

Read the full column in tomorrow's Post.