At my keyboard after two glasses of a dry and fruity white. And just read Boris' article in today's Tegraph berating Minister, Caroline Flint for proposing that in future, I should never partake of such nectar unless it is poured from a bottle decorated with a label warning me of the terrible danger to my health of such simple pleasure. It was one of his best ever. I've been laughing into my emptying wine glass. He may have learned his journo skills at Eton - but I like to think that his act was polished up when he stood in the next door constituency in 1997.
Apart from Boris' brilliance, another reason for my laughter is a sort of tense nervousness. Monday this week, several Welsh parliamentary constituencies invited applications from the Conservative Party's List of Approved Candidates to put their names forward for selection. This is of interest to me because 1) I have just been assessed as a suitable person to be placed on this list and....2) My home constituency of Montgomeryshire is one of those concerned. Lots of people have been encouraging me to 'throw my hat in the ring'. I know that there will probably be a string of brilliant young politicians called Boris applying - but its still a big, potentially life-changing decision. I'll have to send my application off on Monday, so I've told the family that the decision will be made on Sunday night. Just going to pour myself another glass.