I woke up this morning feeling euphoric. I jumped out of bed and ran down stairs with a huge grin on my face, happy to be alive. Colours were brighter, sounds more crisp. It was as though a huge weight had been lifted off the top of my head. I felt like a feather, propelled upwards by a thermal current.
It took me a while to work out why this was but then it hit me: No more Gordon Brown. For the past six weeks or so, I've been living in a state of fear that he would somehow hang on. I hoped against hope for an overall Conservative majority and, when it didn't come, my anxiety increased a hundred fold. Then, when Peter Mandelson and Alastair Campbell started popping up in the BBC's College Green bubble, talking confidently about a "progressive alliance", the thunderclouds started to close in. The prospect of another five years of Labour, propped up by a rag tag collection of smaller parties, plunged me into a deep depression. It was the feeling of utter helplessness that really got to me. If such a convincing defeat of Labour in the polls couldn't get rid of Brown, what could? (To read more, click here.)
