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Last weekend was the official launch of my campaign. Setting out the best china and freshly baked cakes caused me to remember Sunday afternoons as a little boy at my nana's, when I drank tea from clinking china and stuffed myself with fancy…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley There are over 11,000 people in the ward I'm campaigning in, which means a lot of sandwiches if I ever invite everyone round for tea. Having such a large number of people also raised the question of how to…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley Not long after I joined the Labour Party I received an innocuous email from a man called Tom, casually asking if I'd take some pictures of a local candidate. Just 12 months later, I was outside a row of shops…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley There are few scarier moments in life than the first time you leave hospital, clutching a new born child in your inexperienced arms. You want so much to do a perfect job and the sense of responsibility is…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley I was staring into space, failing to prepare for the impending selection meeting. "Do you think that I'll still be able to wear my purple boots if I'm a councillor?" I asked, noticing my feet. My wife looked…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley A bearded man named Peter entered the room, shook my hand and possibly changed my life for ever with the simple phrase "You're in." A few minutes earlier I'd been sitting in a kitchen, decorated in the…
Labour of Love By Simon Buckley The Bisto advert used to feature two cartoon kids, merrily wandering along. Then a waft of gravy would drift through the air and up their nostrils, and they'd be enticed away from their intended journey on a…
By Simon Buckley The dust is settling on last Thursday's local elections, and there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth from the Labour tribe, as it continues its wandering through the wilderness, trying to find the true way to…
