So...

So, happy birthday Norman Tebbit, alleged humanoid and former MP for Chingford.

How I look back fondly on the day you canvassed at my Nan and Grandad's house, speaking to the former.

"Would you like us to arrange a lift for you to the pollong station?" he enquired of the wheelchair bound grand matriach.

"Yes, I would" she replied.

He duly made a note of this, and confirmed that he would arrange the lift for her at a set time.

"I imagine we can count on your vote for the Conservative party?" he enquired, with what I imagine he envisaged constituted a smile.

"No chuffing fear!" shouted Nan, as she slammed the door on his face, and sat laughing hysterically.

Oh - happy days.