So perhaps the 7am Google Breakfast was ambitious. So conference has been open for less than an hour and already it is the ninth most talked about subject on Twitter in the world. TB had a cracking first night - thank you Labour controlled Manchester Council for the fish and chips and lashing of err pudding wine. TB quickly made his way to the New Statesman party to cause some ructions. All in all a success, he ended up chatting to James Macintyre, their controversial political editor for a good half an hour. It could be described as a broad conversation and TB isn't yet sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for him.
The CF drinks were a blur of old faces, and more importantly lots of new ones. For a party that is often viewed as aged, there are a hell of a lot of passionate and extremely articulate and on message Cameroons here who make even TB feel old. The evening ended in style in Midland with an even bigger flurry of old faces and Lord Strathclyde up to his usual tricks - whispering in a young lady's ear.
The Midland is lobbyist central, and given it's six quid for a G&T TB can't say he's disappointed. 
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Ah, all becomes clear now - it was, obviously, Toilets McGuire that taught Gordo the art of the sneering growl. Perfect!
I usually complain about censorial letterboxes being unrealistically too big. I guess there are always exceptions to the rule...