April 19: My kind of politics

Got excited today. From a distance, I spotted two chaps with bright red badges and name tags dangling around their necks. They were walking my road, banging on doors. Booted and suited. Labour, I thought. How exciting. The first political activists I have seen. Come on, come on, knock on my door. Let's see what you're made of. Let me quiz you on your national insurance rise. And your postcode lottery health reforms. And what biscuits you like.
They knocked. They weren't from Labour at all. They were from npower. Was I paying too much for my gas and electric? Well, turned out, I was. npower can do it for £30 less a month. I fed them tea, smiled, chatted (they quizzed me about which local pubs I drink in.. clearly they have just left university and think that's acceptable chat to be having with a pregnant lady). In short, they were lovely. Be warned political activists. Get a move on. Knock my door, please. Or come this General Election, I'm voting npower.