Well of course I voted along with all the silver-hairs and saw nary a yoof in or out of the polling station.
After the Attack of the Fifty Foot Women, the Attack of the Sideburns. I cannot honestly say I like, or have ever liked, Gordon. His bullying, blustering exterior may hide a heart of purest gold, but it would probably require a seriously invasive operation to get to it. Nor have I ever seen the great gulf in policy between him and Blair, as though they represented conflicting ends of the party. What the Blairites and the Brownites are fighting about is the equivalent of the mouse droppings of power. And the parliamentary party - not much to add beyond what has already been said by everyone everywhere. Not that the opposition or the Lib Dems are any cleaner or more appealing.
Nevertheless it is neither the leader nor the representatives I vote for. It is an idea that seems to me a better, more humane idea than the other one generally available. It is a much reduced idea, of course, and one unlikely to blossom in rural Norfolk, but it is still an idea.
And politics had better have some ideas otherwise it is just power and mouse droppings.
Now to London to introduce Katharine Kilalea's book One Eyed Leigh at the Betsey Trotwood in Farringdon. Back late. Again.
But I did like this by Robert Tait in The Guardian today:
After the debate, pro-Mousavi students took to the streets of Tehran chanting: "Ahmadinejad, impolite person, shame on you. Leave this country alone".
I'm sure Tait knew what he was doing when he put it like this, but bless him, the ducks, for raising a smile on my absurdly furrowed visage. Teach Ahmadinejad to be impolite.
Picture added (Saturday 6th) for lack of resistance. And now Caroline Flint..