Here’s a wee story.
Do you remember the late John Smith, there was a great expectation that he would soon be PM and then sadly he died before that could happen.
I felt that Labour would not, could not recover from this sudden loss.
The ‘troubles’ were still raging in N. Ireland and my own city being close to the border would have been regarded by UK politicians as an unsafe area.
On the street where I worked there was also a political office, belonged to a party aligned to Labour (SDLP). There was a threat to the continued existence of our local hospital from Tory cuts (nothing much changes).
Anyways, long story short, one morning I came round to work and was surprised to see a Traffic Warden on the street. “Whats up?” I asked him, “you guys never come around here”.
“I’ve no idea, some big wig from from GB apparently” he answered, then laughingly he added “I’m the security”.
The big wig duly arrived, he was in town to add support to the campaign to keep the hospital (the same hospital that some years later I would rely on to save my life) - he was a politician but there were no votes for him in this visit, most GB voters didn’t know he was there and likely couldn’t care less.
His name - Tony Blair, then leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition and future PM.