I’ve just watched the Alliance Party election broadcast while on the cross trainer in the garage.
What an odd little production.
It commenced with the candidate catching a train at somewhere like Botanic and then stumbling across Naomi Long, all red hair, apparently getting some constituency work in on the Translink into Central. There was a happy coincidence. Then she commenced some sort of Lady Macbethish soliloquy about the great transport system that Europe had delivered Translink – best in the world etc. – and then started rubbishing our MEPs. Curious. (Who came up with this story-board?).
And then we had young Parsley stumbling around Belfast accosting not-at-all-pre-arranged nice youthful types in Victoria Square. All seemed nice. He seemed nice. Everyone was nice. And hopeful. Great. There was more but I have no recall of it. Naomi on the train kinda stuck in my head. It was just such a great coincidence that Ian could get that chat in with the cameras there.
It was a bit of a contrast to Jim A’s thing last night – all striding around fields. Wellies. Oldies. Wrinklies. Tad angry. Paramilitaries. Tad very angry. Why he may not be yer man. Why he may be yer man. Brilliant. Veritable feast of Ulsterness.
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