This is me looking amazingly chic and enigmatic in my deep green, rather Mod-ish John Lewis sale suit just before striking out to give a talk about Brexit, London and Labour to the Crouch End ward branch of Hornsey and Wood Green Constituency Labour Party. The people there - around 20, of them, I think - had a lot on their minds, as Labour Party people do these days. So I'm grateful to them for not dumping me at the last minute. A few even came just to listen to me. I hope they still liked me by the end.
I was a little nervous, as I always am before such such occasions, and the setting emphasised that sense of having no place to hide - the assembly hall of St Mary's primary school is very handsome, though on the cavernous side for intimate gatherings about the State of the Nation, its capital city and its mayor. However, as I've discovered a few times recently, once I start gabbing on about the potential calamity of Brexit and the howling paradox that Theresa May, having aligned herself with Britons who don't much care for we trendy big city types, will need London, its many immigrants, its high productivity and its disproportionate economic power more than ever if the country is to ride the gathering tides of uncertainty, I find it very hard to stop.
I spoke for 20 minutes, there were some good questions at the end and I avoiding any rows about "Jeremy". I even sold three copies of my book. Did I mention that I have a book out? The one you can buy from all sorts of places, including via here, here or here? Well, I have now. I will be speaking to another London Labour Party branch meeting in a few weeks. If you belong to one and would like me to pay a visit, I'm open to suggestions. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.