I have another addition to my McLeech stalking.
I was out knocking out in Chorlton and we happened to come across Mr Ankers (the W is silent) and the boy wonder with some other geeks.
Anyway, our knocking out kept overlapping with the Fibs. So we stopped to listen to McLeech's doorstep patter.
It's worth noting that there was four of us who are all massively experienced campaigners with serious Labour MPs and we couldn't help but collapse with laughter at McLeech's pathetic patter. He didn't even mention he was the local MP in amongst his banal witterings. Probably didn't wany any more case work he couldn't handle
My mate has worked for loads of MPs and was shocked at McLeech's casual garb...t-shirt and beige jeans. He said 'I'd never let my MPs out like that it looks really amateurish.' And he was right. He looked really sad but how useless he was on the doorstep amused us no end.
Interestingly I met Lucy Powell for the first time in the committee rooms and I was very impressed. Very poised, knew the patch, rallied the troops and could string a sentence together. She will wipe the floor with McLeech. Very strong candidate.
