The Bubble

The telly in TB's room is finally working! He's having a very civilised morning with a surprisingly decent coffee and Sky News. For once he was able to sleep in without missing some shameless chance for self-promotion. It was a strange one last night, lots going on but everything very hush hush. The suites at the Midland are no doubt buzzing. A stream of aides and shad cabbers were heading up to the higher floors all evening. Access denied to the bear, except one. Mum's the word.

Given last week's blinder, the News International crash was always going to be ambitious. The blonde on the door was charming but ultimately firm, at least TB wasn't so desperate that he used the "I'm Andy Coulson" line - "Oh really, why does your pass say James then?"

TB managed to get a decent sleep for the first time since about last Friday but word is reaching him that not everyone had the same idea. Three hacks, who he won't cringe by naming them, decided by 5am it would be an excellent idea to just keep drinking until the the 7.30 round of fringe events. Hannan's early morning speech was apparently worth still being trashed and turning up to as part of an seventeen hour conference bender. TB is impressed by their stamina and terrified at how keen they are!

The mood here is fantastic, no cock ups as of yet. There are journos desperate for this to go tits up and have been plying tory boys with gin and trying to get them to say stupid things. It's not that people are being deliberately on message, more that the message has the support of every level of the party. Dave is on form and has a hell of an enthusiastic bunch behind him. The Mirror's actions this morning were a disgrace. Their hacks are having a great time but should get out of journalism and head to a pr company.