Many years ago, in the days before Twitter, I was denied a nomination to stand for the National Executive Committee of the Labour Party.
That was due to the machinations of Hilary Armstrong, whom I vaguely assume must be dead by now, and of her besotted teaboy, whose name escapes me.
But oh, what a lucky escape.
I'd probably still be there. Struggling to be noticed in the dazzling light of Kezia Dugdale.