John O’Farrell continues to pound the streets, in full clown costume and the big shoes, hoping to raise a smile - or at least avoid being punched - at every house in Eastleigh. Campaigning in a hopeless cause is taking its toll on a man best known in the constituency as “John who?”
Party workers suggest, when pressed, that he’ll be “glad to get back to his paper round”, though John himself remains as bouyant as it is possible to be while wearing a tiny hat, perched rather too jauntily on the side of his head. As he puckers up in readiness for another round of baby-kissing, he wonders if it’s too late to order a white suit. Another door is slammed in his face, and it’s still only Tuesday. The only consolation is that there "might be a book in it". Thursday can't come soon enough...
