As I listened and surfed and watched the news this morning my euphoria evaporated as the polls doggedly tell us, as do the punditry, what we, the electorate are going to do next Thursday. That is vote yellow and get brown or a younger hue of the same mendacious, snotty bastard we have suffered these long years. They have told us that is how it is to be and how dare we even hope that they, the great ruling class apparatchiks, could possibly be wrong.
So I decided to consider this hung Parliament with a Liebour/LibDum Cabinet and probably Prime Minister Clegg at the helm. I cleaned up the vomit, had a Liam Byrne coffee, checking first the slap head hadn't fallen in my mug, and considered the future.
First of all, they will have to justify ignoring the highest share of the vote. Then they will have to sort out the economy. Such is that parlous disaster the immediate action necessary will be dreadful. VAT increase, income tax around 6p in the pound and the NI rise brought forward. A million public sector jobs will have to go. Ergo, the scenes above will be repeated throughout the UK. As the mayhem and violence grows, savings and pensions wither even further, inflation races to double figures the embryonic coalition will rupture in acrimony and bitterness. Another election will have to be held and The Tory victory will be 450 seats or more. Then and only then will a mandate be held to tackle every corner of our Nation, subdue and assuage the public anger and begin a long haul back to the world we all would rather have. Sadly the carnage will be much more savage than if a good Tory mandate were given next week. However if that's what the elite tell us to do, so be it. Maybe no Cameron in Downing Street next week will be better in the long term?