RE: I'm going on Question Time!
StrumSolo > 20/09/2013, 10:41
I have returned unscathed from Rochdale.
Got to the town hall around 18:30 yesterday evening (a lovely bit of Victorian architecture I might add). An unsettling start though thanks to one of the security staff. She looked vaguely like a woman, but the deep eastern European voice instructing me to hold my arms out suggested otherwise. Not being sure of someone's gender can create all sorts of problems, do I reply to the confirmation that I'm not carrying anything illegal with a 'cheers mate' or a 'thanks love'? I didn't want to risk it, a friendly nod and I was in.
Next it was to the waiting area, or 'holding pen'. A bit cramped, but the complimentary coffee and biscuits did soften the blow. I went for hobnobs and fruit shortcake if anyone's interested. Politically neutral biscuits to my mind, which I felt was crucial, I didn't want to be showing my hand this early in proceedings.
With the refreshments dispatched, I set about writing my second question. Did you know that in the 3 years since Directly Operated Railways (the state) have been operating the East Coast Line, that they've returned £600m worth of profit to the treasury? After some Guardian-app-aided swatting in the car on the way over, I certainly did, and I wanted to know why the Tories felt the need to privatise it again. Question done. Just in time too, Dimbizzle had arrived...
Now, as we'd taken our seats I was unsure why there was a mic stand positioned not 6 feet away. But that's serendipity folks, we'd unwittingly bagged the best seats in the house, and here was the great man warming up the crowd, within touching distance. Regular viewers of the show will know about the twinkle in the eye, the benevolent threat of mischief exuded by Dimbs, and with no cameras in sight, did he let loose! Gag after gag, the audience lapped it up. Respect for the weight of the occasion I might add, but with a refreshing informality that put everyone at complete ease. Readers, I'm not ashamed to admit that on the couple of occasions he glanced my way, I felt like a 12-year-old girl at a One Direction gig. Magical stuff.
He exited to rapturous applause and after a few minutes milling around, we were led up to the grand hall, the venue for the debate. The rehearsals, I have to say, were at best laboured. The floor manager for the evening took up the Dimbledy role, and while some of his gags hit home, we'd had a taste of the real thing. We wanted more. The panel was made up of audience members. They did their best but seasoned debaters they weren't. Thankfully, with the sound and lighting to everyone's satisfaction, we were ready to go.
Ah not quite, here was the producer, calling forward those who's questions had been selected. For whatever reason (the institutional Tory bias at the BBC springs to mind) mine wasn't one of them. The battle for the railways would have to wait.
I was downhearted, but not for long, Dimbledy was back, this time introducing the panel. Polite applause all round, a quick rehearsal question to warm them up and before we knew it, the cameras were rolling.
For me, the first couple of questions were a bit tame. There didn't seem to be much friction between the panellist's views; yeah a woman should only be wearing a veil if she wants to, free lunches for the littl'ans, that's nice...
Bedroom tax and Nick Clegg though? Now we're talking. I found myself agreeing with Antony Worrall Thompson (which was unexpected) and Ken Clarke's comments on the first matter were pretty shocking. (As an aside, the booing for that in the hall was a lot louder than it sounded on TV).
Then, as quickly as it had started, the hour was up. As we were led out there was a small NF demonstration at the entrance to the building. Some people seemed a bit shocked and unsettled by this, but honestly, there couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 of them, and if that's all they can muster to go and shout at well known MPs such as Ken Clarke and Harriet Harmann on a Thursday evening, I don't think there's much to worry about.
Anyway, arrived home just before 11. Missed the start but still got plenty of glimpses of my gormless mug on BBC1, which was nice.
All in all, an evening well spent.