let the games commence

First election count down experience. Let the games commence.
Met Zac Goldsmith at the German Bakers.
'Hello! How are you today?'
to which I reply:
'Very Well. Thank you.'
And because I am polite, I add 'And you?'
'Well, thank you!'

Zac is accompanied by a little old Lady clutching a clip-board and is obviously out canvassing.
While I acknowledge the baker and briefly turn round, Zac has disappeared before I can ask him how the Tories will be able to reconcile their promises of 'definitely, definitely cutting the deficit, because that is the most important issue ever' with their freshly announced tax cuts.
I am clutching my rolls and when I leave the bakery I can see him across the road at someone's front door. I briefly consider following him, but decide against it, mainly because I don't want to seem like a mad old bat, and because sometime ago (when still a teenager) I decided I was never going to run after a man.
When I get back to the car, I retell my little brush with celebrity to my son, 12, who is unimpressed.
'Handsome Chap, though', I say.
'What's he look like?'
'Tall and Blond' goes I, to which the tart reply comes 'Like Boris Johnsson then'.