Getting a photo for my pass application didn’t seem like a big deal
in June. Oh, well, that didn’t come out too well, doesn’t matter, get
the bloody thing sent off to the party. Now it’s conference, and I’m
going to walk round with a photo of myself grinning menacingly with
sunglasses on my head round my neck all week. And this year, charity
passes are orange – just right to clash with every outfit I own.
At least I got mine. Work are bringing a bunch of young women who
use our services, and eleven of their passes haven’t turned up. How to
introduce young people to organised party politics – make them stand in
a queue in the rain for hours to pick up accreditation. Happened last year too.
Whelk stalls, breweries, drinkies in, simple conference passes. These are the people running the country and proposing ID cards without which you won’t be able to do a damn thing.
Think we’re screwed or what?
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