It's after 10:00pm on Election Day, so I can write what I like without worrying that a couple of the Force's finest will pitch up and feel my collar. For the record, chaps, I think I might have broken the law a couple of times or so on Saturday, so feel free to come down on me like a ton of feathers.
Now the waiting starts, with pundits punting and increasingly tired journalists doing their stand-uppers, all desperately trying to find something even vaguely interesting to say.
The writing has been on the wall for the PN, if you take the polls at face-value (not necessarily a good idea) for a long time and the body, and actual, language of the assorted talking heads I've seen, before switching back to Brit Rock'n'roll of the Seventies on the Beeb, seems to confirm this. Are they right or are they wrong?
I've no idea, I've never had any idea, and to the best of my recollection, I've never even hazarded a guess as to who is going to win.
No matter, we'll know for sure soon enough. Whatever the result, I'd just like to take a moment to ram it down the throats of the various Lil'Elves and Peculiar Pundits who have polluted the comments section below this blog and my Beck column that I...
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