Here I am sitting in a hotel room in Victoria - half drunk, very elated, anticipating one serious bout of being, how shall I put it, "Duntish"...
I have spent the evening bouncing between CNN on the TV, the BBC live feed on my laptop and a very excited son on my cell phone - and it's only 8.45 pm - I expected to be up until at least 2 am.
I admit to feeling a kind of displaced euphoria - different from the collapse of "Thatcherism" (even if it was repacked in Tony Bliar) - but a euphoria non the less.
It may be a cliche, but I feel the torch has been passed. I only hope they don't fuck it up...
Time to put on my shoes, plug in the iPod and go for a walk... maybe a pint... maybe a bite to eat... this may be a defining day for my children and my grandchild who I long to see...
I admit to feeling very, very, happy.
I love you all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment