On a steep street near Barnsley town centre one afternoon recently, Dan Jarvis stood in the doorway of a terraced house and began his pitch. “If I get re-elected – ” he said, before being sharply cut off by the householder, who had a set of drill bits in his left hand and Mr Grumpy slippers on his feet.
“There’s no doubt about it, mate,” said Michael Wilcock, 43, a joiner. “You are going to be re-elected.”
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