Not long now.

I'm getting two letters a day from my tory candidate, my latest containing a potted biography describing him as a former World Debating Champion* and a black belt in Tae Kwon-Do (as my sister points out, you only need one or the other), an outstanding 'trainer with the Junior Chamber of Commerce,' which I've had a run-in with myself (it seems the kind of body in which a maggot like Gavin Brown might well flourish), an outstanding litigation lawyer (there's nothing wrong with lawyers, except - it must just be a coincidence that Michael Howard - anyway) and - he has the good grace to pretend somebody else said this - 'a star.' Modest boy. A lot a lot a lot of resources are being channelled into Edinburgh South, so people like me get free DVDs (OK I'm on his mailing list, but it's expensive to send anyone DVDs about how great you are) and Nigel Griffiths, who isn't sound on the war but despite everything is a Labour MP, is their top target; so if you're living in Edinburgh South and reading this please please.

*I don't know how they decide these things, but apparently all the debates are conducted in English; which is unfair, to my mind. Much like only letting people from Earth enter Mr Universe.