the end

I had a very long day today on very little sleep, and I got in about half five and thought, hey, I'll have a nap.

I woke up at seven. AND WE NO LONGER HAVE A LABOUR GOVERNMENT.

...hi, it's back to ALL POLITICS ALL THE TIME round here. Okay. There will be no political insight in this post. I used it up this afternoon in employment law classes where the whole room was sneakily passing around an iPhone with the Guardian live blog open on it.

Here is the best thing ever, courtesy of foreverdirt:

Oh, BBC, I love you SO MUCH, you make fanvids and then put them on the Politics Show. Oh, just.

(Other things, quickly:

If you're here in Oxford (or even if you're not!) and still grieving for the loss of Evan Harris: wldeh. We Love Dr. Evan Harris, yes we bloody well do.

Also, Laura notes this.)

And that's a wrap, I guess. Brown's resignation speech was touchingly subdued; Cameron has gone to Buckingham Palace to see the Queen.

Labour have been in power for thirteen years - from when I was ten, to when I was twenty-three, and although I actively disapproved of so many things that they've done, this is the end of something that began in 1997 with me being woken up and picked up and swung around the room in the bright lights in the early hours, because things were going to be better for all of us. And they were.

Someone on Radio 4 said: "These things are the milestones in your life. The political is personal."

Yes. Yes, that.