E-14 Nominations Close and we take a breath

Nominations closed today.

Apparently that's a big day here.

I can't remember if it's the same at home.

Anyways, a number of things happened today.

The men were being extra-special-nice.

Queenie's wrath is obviously more impressive than she thought.

She only had a quiet word with one of them.

But the word is out.

The ladeez were coming down with compliments about their shoes and work and commitment to the cause etc.

To the extent that we almost ran out of salt.

And Queenie is the first to be moved out to a campaign.

She is assured the two issues are not connected.

She doesn't care.

She's off to the action.

In Cape Breton apparently.

That should be fun.

I was saving Cape Breton for when Polly comes over. But I'll avoid the nice bits.

Shouldn't be too hard where I'm going.

We don't win too many seats in the mountains.

So Queenie is doing a mix to celebrate.

She's going to hand it out at work tomorrow, to thank all the incredibly cool people she has met in the last few weeks.

We are going to make history boys and girls, so we need a soundtrack.

First up, Maggie May.

I know, I know...

He can't be perfect. Our Great Leader.

1973, he could have picked Led, he could have picked Springsteen, he could have picked
Alice Cooper for chrissakes.

That's what he really wanted.

So we'll put on No More Mr Nice Guy next.

And now I'm going to put on Thin Lizzy, The Boys are back in town.

For the boys.

For being so nice today.

It was appreciated.

Then, I can't get next to you, by The Temptations, which is the song Queenie chose for the campaign, but which didn't get picked, because it was too cool.

That's Nova Scotia for ya.

Moby, Lift me up. Ya gotta have a bit of Moby. Anthemic, boppy, happy clappy music with soul-destroying lyrics.

Speaking of, Barbara told me Glastonbury is not on this year and so tickets to Electric Picnic are already sold out. So much for that plan.

Never mind.

Miracles, by Firstborn, because you always need one of them.

And then a bit of AfroCelt SoundSystem. Saor/ Free/ News from Nowhere. For Angel and her man. Take the sunglasses off girl, you're at home now!

Next, Boredoms, Two Circles, because everyone at home in Ireland in the other one was off watching them while I was home having a nervous breakdown. Or in work having one. Can't remember which.

Because I was missing the gig, of course.

Not because I was letting the election stress get to me.

The Doves' Firesuite, because Hotspurr the Goddess of Spin likes her Doves.

Then speed it up again with Firestarter, by The Prodigy.

For our own Special Agent Felicity Shagwell. For her battle against Dr. Evil and mini-me.

Took a while for them to notice the flames, but they did eventually.

Mofo, from U2's Pop, because that's what I feel like most days. But some days you gotta stand your ground.

Then a bit of Linkin' Park.

For a nice long stretch of highway up towards Canso.

I can't wait to do that drive.

Better hurry up - I am actually feeling sleepy for the first time in about a month, as opposed to just exhausted and wired, so I should take advantage of it and go to bed.

The Who. Of Course.

Bloc Party. Of Course.

The Wailin' Jennies, Beautiful Dawn. In case we have one.

And finally, The Waterboys, When ye go away.

For when they all do.

Campaigns.

Stress. Heartache. Conflict. Herculean effort. Boredom.

One of the days I'll know why I do this.

Old friendships. New friendships. The first coffee of the day. The chase. The release. The coverage. The mop up. The endless trips to Wendy's. Sitting in the sun talking about old campaigns. The total inter-connectedness of everything everyone does for a finite period of time. The sore feet. The back aches. The shared bottle of Tylenol.

The store of memories growing.

Maybe it's all I know how to do?