Some day Some Boy Will Write in Her Book Too

With all the flurry of the elections the other day, I was reminded of the time when there were General Elections on, and the town was flooded with would be Members of Parliament, accompanied by whichever z-list-ayrshire celebrities they could drag out to encourage the voter.

As I side-stepped my way round town I was cornered, literally on a corner, by one earnest Conservative candidate, who had a rather brightly adorned gent, who I recognised with a groan.

"Hello my dear", he grinned at me..." I'm ..."

"I know exactly who you are", I interceded, "and if you promise not to sing, I'll vote for him".

Poor Sydney. Scotland's answer to Des O'Conner, but not as good.

:-)