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ight. So. There we are, then. We’ve got ourselves a Lib/Con

coalition government and two Prime Ministers… sort of. We asked three writers to tell us what was going on in their heads before, during and after the coalition had been an- nounced.

Election coverage-weary Elizabeth Stephens takes us up to Gordon Brown’s resignation on May 11th, 2010.

I must be getting old. This is the first time I’ve ever felt resigned to our two-party system. I can feel all the teenage idealism draining away. Just two weeks ago I was holding back tears (I cry when I get angry…or sad… or happy…or tired) arguing about why exercising one’s democratic right should be taken seriously. And I stand by what I said then, I do, but it all just seems a bit, well, pointless.

I think it was the sense of anticlimax and slight confusion that last Friday brought with it; I quickly realised I would have to stand up, be brave and

admit it: I had (correction, have) no idea what this election result really means. For me, or for anyone else. I feel like I’m reviewing a gig just after the second support act has left the stage. Anything I write now will un- doubtedly come across as hideously irrelevant and ill informed before this piece has even been proofread, or even before I’ve finished writing it. (Edit - this prediction will come true. Fact.).

I voted Lib Dem (twenty-something teacher has left wing leanings. Shock- ing, huh?) So I guess I should be happy. This is the biggest opportunity the party has had in recent history to actually influence policy making; in that sense the hung parliament is a good thing. So why do I feel like it’s all about to end in reputation- destroying disaster?

I didn’t vote Tory, and I probably nev- er will, but I’m extremely uncomfort- able with the fact that, at this stage, someone other than David Cameron might end up as PM. How can he

get the most votes, but still not get to lead? The voting system might be (sorry, is) unfair, but surely it’s wrong that we could all turn up and vote, only for the politicians to re-make our decisions for us, behind closed doors. The undisputable fact is that Nick Clegg has got to play this very careful- ly. If he’s seen to be propping up the Labour party and potentially keeping him in office it’ll be political suicide. But then getting into bed with the To- ries isn’t exactly going to win over the party faithful, or help to achieve the electoral reform that might actually start to create a fair system. At least it’s not my decision.

Speaking of closed doors (and we were, remember) I’m sick of 24-hour news coverage. I watched (glanced at occasionally while drinking tea and feeling hungover) BBC News 24 for a couple of hours on Sunday morn- ing. Let’s just say: three doors, three hours, no news. Well, David Cameron returned from his morning jog and chatted to a neighbour, but nothing newsworthy enough to prevent me Page 1  |  Page 2  |  Page 3  |  Page 4  |  Page 5  |  Page 6  |  Page 7  |  Page 8  |  Page 9  |  Page 10  |  Page 11  |  Page 12  |  Page 13  |  Page 14  |  Page 15  |  Page 16  |  Page 17  |  Page 18  |  Page 19  |  Page 20  |  Page 21  |  Page 22  |  Page 23  |  Page 24  |  Page 25  |  Page 26  |  Page 27  |  Page 28  |  Page 29  |  Page 30  |  Page 31  |  Page 32  |  Page 33  |  Page 34  |  Page 35  |  Page 36
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