Ellee Seymour

MCIPR, PRESS CONSULTANT, JOURNALIST, POLITICAL AND PR BLOGGER.

October 5th, 2009

The Times and Tory support

A hiss could be heard when The Editor of The Times, James Harding, refused to pledge his paper’s support to the Conservative Party for the next election.

He was asked today at a fringe meeting whether he would follow the lead of The Sun, but he made it clear that he was not yet convinced. In fairness, neither did he pledge his support for New Labour as in the previous two elections. He said he would decide once he felt his paper’s support had been earned, so clearly that is not the case yet with Conservatives.

This did not go down well with the audience who made their disapproval plain – politely, of course, and a hissing sound whipped up around the room.

Panelists Peter Riddell, the paper’s assistant editor, Shadow Minister Greg Clark and Andrew Cooper from Populous joined this illustrious editor to discuss Conservatives and voters. We were told that Conservatives were predicted to win the next general election with a majority of 70-80 which would result in a hung parliament, and that an election would follow a year later to give Conservatives an overall majority.

*Boris was great to watch, walking into a packed conference hall which played the East Enders theme music to a standing ovation – before he even spoke. He said if we can win London, then we can win Manchester too. He had that swoon factor about his as his words were lapped up.

Clearly there is great interest in the referendum and many people here want a referendum, including Boris. But I doubt it will be allowed to dominate this conference, which has a great buzz and feeling of optimism.

*I’m off to two receptions this evening, for MEPs and Yorkshire and North East Conservatives. There is so much to see and do here and I will be lucky if I manage 10% of what I hoped.

October 5th, 2009

A dramatic conference eve

I am one of 12,100 Conservatives here in Manchester for the party conference which promises to be packed with policy announcements and optimism. And there have been a couple of dramatic events before I even stepped foot in the heavily policed secure zone.

As I arrivedd at my hotel last night, David Cameron walked down the steps and into a waiting car; maybe he had popped his head into the agents’ dinner taking place there. Fortunately for him, he wasn’t around after midnight when the fire alarm went off and we stood on the pavement for 20 minutes before being given the all clear. Any thoughts of catching up on lost sleep, especially as I had to move rooms at 1am, were completely dashed when the fire alarm went off again at 6.20am.

I was one of only a handful of bleary eyed guests who went down in her nightwear. Why did everyone else insist on getting fully dressed while the alarm was screeching? No doubt only wanted to be seen looking their best, whatever the circumstances. The guy in the room next to me (a musician) tried in vain to wake his friend in another room by banging on his door, but he ignored him, or didn’ hear. I grabbed my iPhone and left everything else. A BBC cameraman who is a couple of rooms away grabbed his camera too and followed me six floors down the fire exit.

The first alarm turned out to be false and the second time an electrical fault. Not surprisingly people were anxious to return to their rooms and prepare for early morning fringe events, including an elegantly dressed woman in a pink suit and high heels. I felt a total washout in comparison in my slippers and unbrushed hair with a jacket and trousers quickly slung on top of my nightwear.

After half an hour we were able to return to our rooms and I bumped into our dashing PPC for Luton South, Nigel Huddleston, bright eyed and smiling, in the corrider. He was on his way to the 7.30am Google breakfast to learn about about online political campaigning. I had been hoping to go myself, but couldn’t face the day without a shower.

I plan to get to the conference in time for Eric Pickles’ opening conference speech – what a savvy media star he has turned out to be with his war room video briefings. Unless anything else unexpected happens.

*Do you have any fire alarm stories: I remember having a seaweed wrap at Centre Parcs and was wrapped in silver foil in a flotation tank and left in a darkened room when the alarm went off. I just grabbed a bathrobe and ran out. It gave the golfers on the nearby course a good laugh!

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