In a Glorious first, this blog post has to start with the following disclaimer:
“The political views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author (the dyed-in-the-wool, Tory Boy from the Home Counties), and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of the company or individuals (the hard-working, full of true Northern grit, salt-of the-earth kind) of Glorious Creative Limited.”
With the legal stuff out of the way, on to the matter in hand.
I am, unashamedly, a card carrying member and supporter of the Conservative party. Hardly fashionable given my location, but quite a brave statement for someone working in the predominantly left-leaning creative industry. Despite this, I’ve managed to remain employed here at Glorious for the last five years, which suggests that my dearly departed Grandfather was wrong when he advised me that Northerners were unable to look past the political and geographical North/South divide. Having said that, this was a man who didn’t travel much and, like Bilbo Baggins, would get slightly nervous whenever he left the safety of the (Buckingham)shire. It’s fair to say that we never put much stock in what he said.
I digress. As unrelated as two major parts of my life (politics and design) are, it came as quite a surprise when they crossed paths. In a recent email update from party HQ matters shifted from the standard Corbyn scare-mongering, to an invitation to take up a special member’s offer from Virgin Wines. Now, a fair proportion of my working week is spent on designing wine labels and I knew that some of my work adorned bottles that were part of the Virgin offering. Low and behold, contained within the offer of 12 bottles for the low, low price of £59.88, were bottles of Bastions V Bush Vine Chenin Blanc 2016, sporting a rather nifty label designed by one of the party faithful.
I’m not entirely sure that those around me here at Glorious share my excitement at what this could possibly mean. I’ve since imagined David Davies, after a long day trying to negotiate the pitfalls of Brexit, sharing a glass or two of Bastions V with Michel Barnier in an effort to heal the cracks caused by the 52%; my wine label doing it’s bit to ease the way for future UK/EU relations. Or the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Theresa likes to crack open a bottle of a weekend when she’s feeling particularly reckless, maybe after a naughty run through the wheatfields that border Chequers. It’s just a shame that the offer is only available for a limited time. If she has the foresight (debatable given her decision to call an early election) she should stock up on a few bottles and at least then it could be my wine that she drowns her sorrows in after her inevitable ousting from power.
Et tu Boris?