Alright, I've got the suit, my face is neat and smooth. Time to get to the Rally - after all, Ros is speaking.
So I set off, albeit a bit later than planned (but not much). Get to the Royal Hall and there's a queue. A queue that, unexpectedly, stops moving. "The hall is full!", we are told. Hmmm... The guy in front of me tries to pull rank with a steward. I joke that, "Look, I'm the husband of the Party President and I don't get special treatment...", and we are told that there might be room for a few more.
It turns out that they can get twenty more in, and I'm number 11.
So I'm here, and the Rally is about to start... Nice band...
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