Well.
Five years ago, I posted some photos of the election night drinking and party games we kept busy with as the unhappy outcome rolled forward. So in the spirit of consistency:
Trying to explain to Jason why we weren’t all that interested in Plaid Cymru
Exit poll sadness
As the night wore on, some imported British chocolate became necessary
Cameron cracks a gag about being a One Nation Tory
Last time I also managed to see the positive side. It’s not something I can really repeat this time. It’s almost the worst possible result: a Tory majority, but not so big that Cameron won’t be beholden to the madder fringes of his backbenchers, and with no moderating influence. The Scottish rift will be used to further cement Conservative power in England, if it doesn’t end the Union entirely. And in two years, we’ll teeter on the brink of isolation from Europe. Quite frankly, it’s enough to sit in exile in the US for a while…
At least Galloway’s gone.
It was fun introducing Americans to some of the stalwarts of British general elections on the BBC: David Dimbleby, public constituency counts, joyously absurd graphics (the Lib Dem house of cards a particular favourite this time around) and lost deposits. (One unfortunate Lib Dem candidate in Essex secured a miserable 80 votes: surely you’d just know more than that in person?) I also realised that all three constituencies I’ve lived in are now Labour, which says something for the happier circles I inhabit. London Independence Party, anyone?
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