The queue, which must have been all of 200 metres long, was for 'late
accreditations' - all those who applied in the last few weeks but had
had their passes granted by the Labour Party and ready to pick up.
As the procession crept stoically along, one elderly resident enquired
why so many people were lined outside her doorstep. Cigarette butts
discarded 15 minutes earlier were observed, in despair, on the paving
slab just two feet behind. People spoke of 'losing the will to live' as
they contacted colleagues via mobile phone.
Why had Labour made it so laborious? Sure, security was understandably
tight in light of recent events, but not that slow. On entering the home
straight, one could see the Labour Party had just one computer terminal
Exasperating stuff. As for next year, like they used to say in the old
New Labour days, 'things can only get better'.