A Weekend at the Seaside

When the news of the two point lead in the polls broke on Saturday evening, it was to a Brighton hotel full of people drunk on Azerbaijani hospitality. No one could quite believe it, pondered it, and then went back to the drinking. By the time TB surfaced today the chat had moved on to what was expected, and turned out, to be some vintage Dave. Polls always close as the election gets closer, but this is getting tight.

As ever when Cameron is on the ropes he is at his best. A lot of chatter has been how once again he pulled a blinder out of the bag without notes or autocue, and while yes this is extremely effective, the content of the speech was also top notch. Nice to hear the sharpening of that axe is still on message. The four question structure dealing with the who where what why of Cameron's conservatives should be a constant referal point for those who ask what Project Dave stands for.

Spring forum is no conference, the energy and buzz that builds up to a leaders speech after a few days wasn't quite the same and there were lots of faces missing. Especially given that any PPC with a good crack at being an MP in matter of weeks didn't want to lose 48 hours of delivering and door-knocking and rightly so. Not much in the way of gossip, so far, but it was nice to be back at the seaside though.

Much is made of the atmosphere and tension at these sort of things. It was nice of Sky News to choose such representative geriatrics to interview about the speeches. More than the odd grumble about direction and polls was an overwhelming senses of exhaustion at the weird state of electoral limbo everyone is in. The problem with the last few months has been everything is dressed up and ready to go, just there's no barn dance yet. There was more talk about fixed term Parliaments in the last two days than TB has ever heard before.

Talking of polls and strategy though, it was certainly interesting to see Lynton Crosby pressing the flesh. Hannan's Tea Party on Saturday afternoon was a good bash, the overfill room was overspilling and a great performance from the main man.

TB spent the train journey home just a couple of seats from Andy Coulson which was certainly an exprience. Ever a man of discretion, there were no incidents when the ticket inspector came round and the only thing TB managed to overhear was a phonecall ending "well done."

Can't think who that might have been with, and well deserved.