HRH Queen Selfie has descended: I must be with the SNP
On the fine cobbled streets of South Queensferry the scaffolders have stopped work. Two studenty types are running, smartphones at the ready.
For has descended :
“D’you want a wee selfie?”
asks the SNP leader and before the woman has the chance to answer her, her camera roll contains The Most Dangerous Woman In Britain (copyright D Mail) and her smiling away in selfiedom.
“These photographers know the one real aversion have is to dogs,” she smiles at two Dalmatians.
Then for several minutes TMDWIB, Dalmatians, their owners and Forth Bridge smile and point for the snappers, TV and yes – yes I say – voters amazed to see her here.
In a UK election where Cameron, Clegg and Miliband appear terrified of actually meeting a voter, in Scotland they best her gifts and want selfies from the second her red stilettos hit the cobbles.
It really is that different.
This is celebrity politics with ultra-access because TMDWIB clearly wants to selfie The Entire Scottish Electorate And Their Babies.
She does not miss a trick.
I notice she is talking to a journalist with a cup of tea.
“Is that all you’re getting for lunch?” I ask TMDWIB.
She finishes the tea:
“It is Alex, but you know what, it’s a lovely cup – hot for once. And there – look – you can have the biscuit even though I’m starving.”
She hands it to me and she’s away off.