I wish I'd thought of it this morning - at our Campaign Strategy Meeting. (We rather grandly refer to it as 'the CSM'). It would have been an interesting subject for debate. But this rather odd and random thought didn't posit itself in my brain until I read Janet Daley's piece in the Telegraph, as I was having a cappuccino in the Great Oak Cafe in Llanidloes this afternoon. It just chugged up and parked itself at the bus stop that is my mind. I intend to fight the next General Election as if I'm a London Red Double Decker. Before my Chairman decides that I've lost it completely, I should explain my thinking.
After the (in my opinion) excess and extravagance of the recent Olympic Games opening ceremony, we all wondered what London could do to match. And then in our 8 minutes at the closing ceremony we showed 'em. Brilliant. London is not going to match the flamboyance and waste. We simply sent in a 'Routemaster'. Solid, familiar, reliable, brilliant. And then there's Barack Obama. Glamorous and exotic. How could poor old bit boring John McCain compete. The Democrats Convention was a masterclass in presentation - apart from Hilary's 'chain gang' trouser suit. So McCain decides to tone down the show bizz, abandon all the psuedo celebration, and act like a serious politician who cares about the people of New Orleans. That was brilliant as well.
All this represents a lesson for me. The current holder of the office I will be competing for at the next General Election is a figure of very great celebrity. He is a man who may well have made more TV appearances than any other living politician - pound for pound that is. He's a sort of De Lorean of the car saleroom - the pink and yellow stretch limo of the highway. My plan is to do a Boris, and present myself as a London Red 'Routemaster'. 'Substance before style'. No pictures kissing babies or pulling faces for the camera. I wonder what our CSM will think of this.