Cosh checking in here from a hushed and intensely blue-lit room at the Telus Conference Centre in downtown Calgary. I’m pleased to say the drug-sniffer dogs didn’t find anything to object with about my netbook with the Obama sticker, a memento from the California midterms. (This sticker was never ironic! You hear me? NEVER.) Star journalists are in abundance. Terry Milewski holds court from the imperious vantage of the camera platform; on press row John Ivison’s rhotics slice the air. Projections from Tory true-believers fall within a surprisingly narrow band, as far as I can tell; between 150 and 160. Count Floyd just threw up the Atlantic Canada results; the crowd is still filing in. More as it comes.
Cosh checking in here from a hushed and intensely blue-lit room at the Telus Conference Centre in downtown Calgary. I’m pleased to say the drug-sniffer dogs didn’t find anything to object with about my netbook with the Obama sticker, a memento from the California midterms. (This sticker was never ironic! You hear me? NEVER.) Star journalists are in abundance. Terry Milewski holds court from the imperious vantage of the camera platform; on press row John Ivison’s rhotics slice the air. Projections from Tory true-believers fall within a surprisingly narrow band, as far as I can tell; between 150 and 160. Count Floyd just threw up the Atlantic Canada results; the crowd is still filing in. More as it comes.