Paul arrived from Iraq mid-week and after a respectable amount of time spent with his wife and son decided it was time for us to catch up and have a drink. So Friday evening found us both in the Princess of Wales on Blackheath, it was not a heavy night’s drinking by anybody’s standards. Paul had not had a drink in four months and between family, work and politics I don’t get out much either. I have no intention of going into the details of what Paul has been up to both because it would be boring to most of you and also to maintain operational security.
Despite only having a few pints on Friday I still woke on Saturday morning with a hangover, canvassing in one of the hillier parts of the constituency in the sun soon shook that off.