Nor have there been any informal jolly gatherings when the daily toil of pressing the flesh is over: Mr Kinnock wandering back among the press party, glass of whisky in hand, letting his (metaphorical) hair down a little, tipping us just the hint of a wink that this is all just a great game.
Nor have there been any informal jolly gatherings when the daily toil of having sex with someone is over: Mr Kinnock wandering back among the press party, glass of whisky in hand, letting his (metaphorical) hair down a little, tipping us just the hint of a wink that this is all just a great game.