It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

What a day, what a couple of days, what a week! After all the excitement, the sight of Nick Robinson behaving like the kid who had to watch the party through a gap in the curtains, it's all over. David and Nick have come together in perfect harmony and a LibCon pact of sorts will rule the world, or at least this small bit of the coast of Northern Europe, for the foreseeable future.

What began with Tessa Jowell announcing that the Labour and Lib Dems were in talks ended with a newsflash during the Sri Lanka v India T20 match - "Prime Minister Gordon Brown Resigns - turn to channel 501 for more details." damn, the cricket was getting so exciting.

Gordon Brown fell on his sword, or rather leaned on his lectern, and said how much he'd enjoyed the job and how much he wanted to thank all those who'd helped him over the past thirteen years. There was emotion in his voice, probably not as much in the voices of the millions who were cheering his exit, and after about ten minutes he went back into No.10 before reemerging with his wife, Sarah, and their two small children. It was a slightly surreal moment because on Saturday when the Browns had emerged in public as a family the two children's faces were hidden beneath some sort of pixelating device and yet here they were in the full glare of the worlds media.

As Gordon left Downing Street so David Cameron was meeting and greeting the Queen at Buck House. In one of the many examples of how politics has changed to reflect the modern world a digital photograph of Dave and Liz appeared on our television screens before Dave had got back into his car for the short drive to Whitehall and his home for the foreseeable future.

The speech was short and to the point and then he stood on the step to No.10 with his pregnant wife and beamed like a man who knew he was the youngest Prime Minister for 200 years and yet looked nervous (he had clenched his right fist throughout his speech) that he now had the keys to the door. There was some sort of attempted kiss on the cheek of his wife but he seemed to miss, in the way that teenagers often do on a first date, then they were gone.

I felt curiously ambivalent about the whole thing to be honest. Labour had run its course, a spell in opposition will do them no harm and as I said on here before the Conservative manifesto looked the best for the country. If you are a traditional Conservative voter I suppose a share of power is better than no power, despite failing to win a majority for the fourth successive election. As for the Lib Dems I think there is a mixture of relief and disillusionment among their followers.