My memories from the 1st of May 1997 are more vivid than almost any other moment in my life. I even have a clear picture of myself on that day. Floppy haired. Skinny. Sunburnt. Wearing a white Levi’s shirt, with rusty poppers bleeding orange into the cotton. Converse trainers coming apart at the heel. Twenty years on, and still just as scruffy, I’m the Labour candidate standing in the same seat I devoted myself to back then. It’s all been flooding back these last few days.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
My memories from the 1st of May 1997 are more vivid than almost any other moment in my life. I even have a clear picture of myself on that day. Floppy haired. Skinny. Sunburnt. Wearing a white Levi’s shirt, with rusty poppers bleeding orange into the cotton. Converse trainers coming apart at the heel. Twenty years on, and still just as scruffy, I’m the Labour candidate standing in the same seat I devoted myself to back then. It’s all been flooding back these last few days.