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Well, as of this evening we now have a Conservative Prime Minister. And yet, I’m feeling rather content – even optimistic. Here’s why.

Since the Second World War, we have only ever had Conservative and Labour governments. In fact, until New Labour we usually had prolonged periods of Conservative rule interspersed with brief patches of Labour, but that’s just another reason why I am quite happy to have sat out on most of the twentieth century by virtue of not being born. It’s been a two-party system, with the pendulum swinging from one to another, and sooner or later every government must get so tired, weary and bloodied from office that it falls to the opposition. That’s just the way it is.

So imagine, back from the vantage point of the twentieth century, of being told that in the future there would be a thirteen year spell of a Labour government. That’s over a decade in which – for all of its shortcomings, which no doubt someone will now see fit to bring up – we got the minimum wage, record investment and delivery in schools and hospitals, a huge advance in gay rights, proper government restored to London, a big expansion in university provision and – thanks to an independent Bank of England – no ruinous inflationary economic cycles of boom and bust. (Ah – before you object – the credit crisis and subsequent recession was a quite different beast, no doubt leaving its own lessons to learn but not the same thing.) Imagine being told all this, and then being asked what you thought would follow. Well, another turn for the Conservatives, naturally. The pendulum swings back.

Except it hasn’t – not this time. I’m sure that most of the people reading this will share with me an intrinsic gut reaction against the sight of a Tory stride into Downing Street, even if deep down we recognise that the British Conservative party really is nowhere near as bad as some of its international equivalents. But, this time, he’s not walking in to lead a Conservative government but a coalition. Thanks to the Lib Dems, progressive politics now keeps a foot in the door.

The Lib Dems might now be able to act as a crucial brake on Conservative instincts. Thanks to them, we might yet avoid ludicrous fiddles to inheritance tax thresholds or marriage allowances. Income tax for the poorest might even be cut. Lib Dems will be in the Cabinet. Lib Dems might win us changes to the voting system to escape the deficiencies of first-past-the-post which brought us the two-party pendulum effect in the first place. Lib Dems in the government might just be a crucial signal to the rest of Europe that Britain is still engaged with the rest of the continent.

I say ‘might’, because they might not be able to achieve any of these things. Fair enough. But at least now we’ve got a chance – at least we haven’t gone back to a purely Conservative government by default.

And if the Lib Dems fail? Well, I happen to know of another party. It’s now in opposition, but with 258 seats in the Commons and millions of voters still loyal to it. It’s untainted by anything the government does from now on, but will soon have fresh leadership and a chance for renewal and new ideas. It’s the Labour party, and one day it will earn the support of the people to govern again.

The ups…:

Colours probably approximate to vote share, too

Colours probably approximate to vote share, too

There is a possibility our party was not typical of Cambridge

There is a possibility our party was not typical of Cambridge

BBC Election Night Bingo!

BBC Election Night Bingo!

Cocktail socialists

Cocktail socialists

…and the downs:

Grr, take that Gideon!

Grr, take that Gideon!

Not exactly 1997, is it?

Not exactly 1997, is it?

Well. I guess the real losers here are those ‘not interested in politics’ who finally thought they might get their TV / radio / newspapers back from all of that glorious political coverage. Haha! It’s going to go on for ages yet Immediate reactions are that a) wow, Glenda Jackson held on in my neighbouring constituency by 42 votes, which is truly a remarkable tribute to those canvassing for her! b) I’m pleased for Caroline Lucas down in Brighton c) I’m very much not pleased with whoever ousted Evan Harris, the Lib Dem’s remarkable sane Science spokesperson and d) as I actually said to a BNP supporter the other day, they weren’t going to get anywhere in parliamentary elections and they didn’t.

Can’t get too carried away, though… I have 20% of my degree sitting in my bag at the moment and mustn’t forget to hand it in

Voting

Voting

People say that one vote won’t make a difference. But that’s exactly the point! If one vote made a difference, we’d be living in an absolute monarchy. Bagsy King

Anyway. I’ve voted – not my first election, but my first general election Now to sit back and watch as the fun begins…*

*or, alternatively, become part of the Big Society, declare I’m dissatisfied with the status quo and form my own micro-state. Again, bagsy King.

As tradition demands, I must alert you all to the fact that my blog is now six

Six, seven, and eight-year-olds build on the important developments of the first 6 years of life and seem to settle down to a steadier pace of growing and learning. Young school-age children are interested in real life tasks and activities, and pretend and fantasy lessen considerably […] School-age children have longer attention spans. They are more likely to stick with things until the project is finished, the problem solved, or the argument resolved. Doing things together with friends, teamwork, and following rules become very important. This age group is fascinated by rules and can develop games with extensive rules and rituals.

Of course, I will leave it to you to decide whether you think this blog ‘views things as black and white, right or wrong, wonderful or terrible, with very little middle ground’

For the sharpest insight and analysis, always turn to six year olds

For the sharpest insight and analysis, always turn to six year olds

Dom returned to ‘da Bridge today for his FINAL TERM! I WONDER WHAT HE’S GOING TO DO WHEN HE FINISHES?! (Tash)

Sleep, Natasha, that’s what I’m going to do. Sleep for a month, watch the end of Battlestar Galactica, compose a sonnet for Marie from The Aristocats – what? she’s older now, OK? – and then have my epic Ukrainian novel printed and bound…

Ahem. Everybody has already blogged about the dinner party round at mine last Thursday (I can’t really call it ‘my dinner party’ when other people did all of the cooking ) but, just for the historical record: yes, Sanna did get both of her hands trapped in a drawer and yes, it was highly highly amusing despite the human cost. Also, the quick reactions of both Saoirse and Abbi really did prevent my house from burning down. Cheers, guys! Weirdly, no-one took any photographs at all, which somehow makes me doubt that the whole night actually ever happened at all. Still, I remember it well, which is what counts.

And yes, this is my final term, which is both terrifying and gloriously liberating at the same time. As of tonight, I’m feeling pretty good about it all. Not that I’ve done enough revision or am well-prepared for my finals in any way, but knowing that I’m hurtling towards the end anyway – ready or not – somehow fills me with great motivation to go out on a final blast of work. As I said, this is as of tonight, and I’ll probably feel quite differently about it tomorrow morning when I actually have to get up and start doing it