This bank holiday weekend, my daughter, who is editor of Labour List, was driving up to Hartlepool and Glasgow to cover, respectively, the by-election and the Scottish parliament elections. I scraped in. I just want to get out of the bloody house.
I learnt new things: it’s so much harder to interview (do ‘vox pops’) people about politics than it is to question them on food and drink. They clam up. They say things like ‘Oh I’m not interested in politics’, or ‘I’m not a scholar’, or ‘I won’t give you my name in case I get rocks through my window. There’s a lot of bad people around you know’.