The perils of campaigning

I frequently have people asking me is it not scary standing in Glasgow Provan. And of course it isn't but I sometimes wonder if I'm not too busy / tired to notice. For example, last night I was delivering supporter letters in Cranhill when I passed a group of toddlers, one of whom was carrying a saw! Yes A SAW!!! And it wasn't a half size, plastic or imitation saw, it was a real one. Obviously I called the police but it took me a while to actually "notice" it! This is what being politically obsessive does to you. Tonight, I was delivering letters in Barmulloch and nearby there was a helicopter circling. Suddenly I heard a man's voice over a loud hailer saying "drop the firearms to the ground". The worrying thing was that although it unnerved me, that was followed by the thought that there was no way I was stopping until the street was finished!! Campaigning is an addiction and clearly you become so single minded that things that would normally freak you out become nothing more than minor irritations. Now wonder folk think politicians are weird.