Husky, Suspicious, Friendly

I had a telephone conversation with my local Labour party candidate, Emily Thornberry. Having left a noisy Kings Cross pub, The Lincoln, in order to take her call, frankly, I blathered.

Emily has a husky smoky voice, shall we say, well worn. Attractive. Worldly. But she was very suspicious, asking who we were doing it for. I found myself in a freezing windy dark street, attempting to explain independent internet community journalism.

I spoke rapidly, gave my credentials, said she could review our coverage before we hit the publish button. I explained as best as I could what we were doing, and asked her for an interview. I made a fair job of it, I'm pretty certain I got it. Her colleague John Greenshield? Greenfield? is going to call me and sort out a time, she said. I think she got that I am for real, but I found myself telling her I WAS for real, and that she could check me out, if only she sent me an email, I'd send her the info.

Before I got off the phone, I told her nobody was answering emails. I asked her if she had anything online - she doesn't yet. When she does, I'll link to it.

That's a relief. I think if we can talk to Emily, we'll get all the others.

I guess I'll find out over the next couple of days if she means it or not.

Damn, it's making me jumpy.