Its 1.30 am. I'm still at my keyboard - sitting here stunned by what I've done. I've just written a 550 word article for the Guardian newspaper. I've never even read the Guardian - except on holiday and when I cannot find a Telegraph or a Mail. Earlier today, the Deputy Editor rang our Welshpool office, and asked Pam for my contact numbers. Pam duly informed me. Being fore-warned is being fore-armed she said. Because my only previous contact with the Guardian was a good bit less than friendly, my first instinct was to wonder what I'd done this time. Sure to be my bl***y blog again, I thought. But I've been so careful lately. Nothing risky. Stripped of innuendo and humour - until after the Election. Cheryl hasn't been on the phone for ages to tick me off.
But no need to worry. The email waiting for me at home seemed genuine. Couldn't see any bear traps. She just wanted 550 words by tomorrow. Unfortunately, I was not free until after eleven - which is why I'm still here at 1.30 am. Anyway article's been sent - and I've copied it to Richard Hazlewood, who does for the Welsh Conservatives what Alistair Campbell did for New labour. Talk about being careful. I hope my words are used. I wonder whether they pay. Shouldn't think so - and I'm not going to ask. Don't want to give the impression that I'm a 'trougher'. They must know that we wannabe MPs will do it just for the profile. And now to bed, and to sleep, and to dream about Polly Toynbee perhaps,