Team Crouch, with added Widdecombe, was out at Chatham Railway Station this morning, assaulting the eardrums of sleepy commuters. The Great Lady, never a shrinking violet, positioned herself directly in front of the ticket machines daring anyone not to acknowledge her.
TRACEY CROUCH.
TRACEY CROUCH - HERE YOU ARE - HAVE A LEAFLET.
REMEMBER THE NAME.
TRACEY CROUCH.
VOTE FOR TRACEY CROUCH.
Cars hooted, schoolgirls (and boys) asked for "selfies", autographs were sought and given and no-one who came within 20 yards could be in any doubt what they were required to do a week on Thursday. VOTE FOR TRACEY CROUCH.
The highlight of the morning was a rough diamond builder who said to his mate, "Oh look, it's that bird from the dancing show."
Big mistake, she's got good hearing...
"Listen here young man, I do not have feathers and I cannot fly. I am therefore not a bird - And whilst I am at it - VOTE FOR TRACEY CROUCH a week on Thursday."
As I queued for coffee two suited and booted commuters ahead of me were chatting,
"Did you see that Ann Widdecombe outside...?"
"No, but I could hear her...they don't make them like than any more."
And no-one could possibly argue with that!
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