But we believed it, so we didn't like the guy.
This helps me feel better about what happened next.
What a line.
You'd be at someone's Dad's place, Kristov in hand, and in the quiet while someone switches out the Blur CD for the Oasis CD you'd hear the conversation: "Orchestrated? There's too many of us!"
Well guess what happens when a few smartass teens have to work out which house will definitely have a Russ sign stapled to the fence...
No signs = No campaign = No chance. Right?
Ah, yes, the night of the election result.
I'm in a car with a mate. We're bored. The Russ Game has come to an end, and we lost. The mood is bad.
Because at least one Hamiltonian has just had a great day.
And we know where he lives.
So we figure, okay, cool. Let's double down on the Russ Game. Let's go to his house, knock on his door, congratulate him, see how much his real face looks like his campaign photo, and shake his REAL LIFE HAND.
We wait. Maybe it's too loud inside.
We knock again.
But it's not Russ. It's someone waaaay younger.
Someone - Jody, maybe? Probably - passes us drinks.
We ask to have a quick word with "Mr Rimmington".
He shakes our hands!! We have our awesome story to tell all the other teens!
Then he invites us to stay.
He seems to have forgotten about the mayoralty bid that he'd been running until earlier that day.
But, as I think I've mentioned before: Dumb. So I did.
I don't know why I asked.
"Man, who cares? I'm still there! HIGHEST POLLING CANDIDATE IN MY WARD! I'm still there!! I mean, I'm not mayor, but..."
"I should let people know how happy I am! I'm not mayor, but I'm STILL THERE! I could get signs and stuff!"
He tells us that on Monday morning he'll stand on Fairfield Bridge with a "Not mayor but still there" sign.
Because it's 4 a.m.
"What are you boys still doing here? Jody left hours ago!"
"Well, yeah, but we don't really know Jody."
"But he's the one who invited you!"
"No, we just popped in to shake Mr Rimmington's hand."