Have had a few requests to speak at fringe events at the party conferences, so just to make the position clear – Guido is willing to do so, preferably in relation to areas of interest covered on this blog.

First come first served.  Will be in Bournemouth with the LibDems on the Sunday and the Monday, will be with the Tories from Monday to Thursday. No one has actually asked Guido to speak on the Labour fringe yet…

Email guido.fawkes@order-order.com.

Lovely to see dozens of co-conspirators last night.  No doubt there will be embarrassing pictures.  Thanks to everyone who bought Guido a Guinness, it went better than you think with the Pimms.  The Karoake later in the evening was legend.  Guido then found himself in a nightclub full of teenagers in Soho at one in the morning, realised he was the “Disco Daddy” and left.   Mrs Fawkes was very understanding about the lack of keys and directed her husband to the spare room.

Guido is off for a month to the Maison Secondaire. Planning to have drinks on Thursday at an undisclosed Westminster location.

Email for details / invite…

Guido was rummaging in the attic last weekend and found his old blood spattered pañuelo and faja (the sash and neckerchief worn by the runners in Pamplona).  This week is the festival of San Fermin and the news this morning that a runner was gored to death made Guido feel a bit misty-eyed. The second week of July every year for a decade from Guido’s mid-twenties to his mid-thirties would see him in Pamplona doing the run, usually with his brother or friends.   As a veteran of some 30 runs it is fair to say it was an adrenaline addiction – partying all night and running for your life in the morning.  Hangovers clear fast when you hear the rocket fired that signals the release of the bulls.

In a sterile world of safety belts, safety helmets and safety nazis, the Pamplona bull run is a glorious celebration of the irrational side of the human spirit.  They say that an old man who has not risked his life for his country feels less of a man than an old soldier, so to have never risked your life must be far worse.  To risk your life makes you feel more alive.  Guido prays the cloak  of San Fermin will protect los corredores who will run this week and wishes he was with them.  May God have mercy on the soul of the corredor who so vicerally lost his life: Saludo!

Guido left the Speccie summer party early – summonsed by Mrs Fawkes who is convinced Miss Fawkes has Swine Flu.  So this will probably be the first report back from the party.

Dave did his usual 15 minutes (his routine is that he shows his face at an event – tells the hosts how wonderful it is, if required he makes a speech name-checking the organisers / sponsors warmly.  Smooth with a quick exit back to Notting Hill).  No speech today and he didn’t tour the garden.  For the first time that Guido can remember the party wasn’t a crush.  The Speccie have annexed their neighbour’s garden, doubling the space for the party.  You could actually move about easily…

Had a chat with Michael White, it was civil.  He even let Guido get a word in.  Guido exited before Sir Michael could introduce Shriti Vadera, not from intentional rudeness, rather because Mrs Fawkes was screaming out of the Blackberry – “she has a temperature of 39.1″.   Andrew Neil blocks the exit, “going so soon?” Ironic really, in years gone past Guido would go to some effort to crash the party, now they extend an invitation and he dashes out.  Maybe Guido just isn’t that clubbable.

Somebody really has too much time on his hands, it does remind Guido of one particularly confused night in Vauxhall with James Cleverly…

UPDATE : Huge hit with the Fawkes girls this morning “Dadda is a star!” Please don’t call social services…