"Richard Barnbrook is running late" said the City Hall official to the rest of the committee. No-one seemed especially bothered. "He will be about ten to fifteen minutes."
This was the London Assembly Audit Panel. The driest of all the dry committees that make up the 'meat and two veg' of an assembly member's job.
And as I sat and waited for the berk-in beige I began a mental report of his first few months in City Hall. So how has the new boy been doing in his new school?
Well in many ways it has been a hard time for the little lad from Barking. On election night, the other candidates walked off during his cringeworthy speech and at his first assembly meeting he was deliberately placed by himself with an empty seat between him and the other politicians.
And when the meeting finished, the other assembly members crushed themselves into one lift, while Barnbrook was left in another.
A couple of weeks later he travelled down to Sidcup in an attempt to recruit the friends of murdered teen Robert Knox. But after promising to bring a hundred of these angry teenagers into Boris Johnson's office he was subsequently stood up by every single one.
Now if this was the beginning of a far-right revolution, then it was certainly going to be a very lonely start.
But like megalomaniacs the world over, Barnbrook has never let his own insignificance get in the way of a good story.
And on his blog and on videos posted on Youtube the world has been relayed the tale of his imminent glorious victory over the politically correct classes of London.
But in reality there are few political offices with less power than that of a London Assembly member.
Even a local councillor has some real influence over policies in his ward, but aside from a one-off vote on the Mayor's budget, assembly members have no legislative powers whatsoever.
And apart from the once a month pantomime of Mayor's Question Time, the day to day workings of the job are intensely bureaucratic and technical.
Hours are spent wading through impenetrable reports and documents, with only the occasional piece of political theatre thrown in to lighten the mood.
So as the ten minutes drifted into twenty and twenty-five, I began to wonder whether Dicky had finally decided this wasn't for him.
But when he finally jackbooted it into the room, it was clear to me that this wasn't quite the same man who had raged about "sweeping the tide of corruption and political correctness" from City Hall.
Because shorn as he was from his regular adoring audience of three who turn up to MQT, and stuck as he was with no-one but myself and a few City Hall officers in the gallery, he put his head down and looked dreadfully keen that teacher shouldn't call him out.
And with the task before him of looking through some thirteen drier than dry audit reports it was hardly surprising. "I only got these this morning" he explained apologetically as Chairman Navin Shah repeatedly looked over to him for input.
But when it came to a report on the election 'e-counting' he suddenly became animated and raised his finger into the air:
"It is beyond me." he said without a trace of irony. "that at the Mayoral count it looked to my eye like boxes had been tampered with and it makes people suspicious and wonder why should they turn out?"
"This isn't really in our remit" the Executive Director of Finance and Performance pointed out. "When is the Elections Review Committee?" "Later this afternoon," someone else pointed out.
And with that the British National Party's most high-profile elected politician sat back quietly into his chair. His work for the day was done.