Today may be the bright dawn of post-Conservative England (post-Con Britain started years ago). But in these moments of optimism (hubris?), I feel like Smokey Robinson's clown.
Don't let this glad expression give you the wrong impression. Baby, I'm sad.
It's taken me nearly a week to acknowledge this but it's time to seek help.
The collapse has been so huge. Some years ago, I regularly stood among crowds of 30,000+. We sang (to the tune of Auld Lang Syne) "we're proud of you, we're proud of you, we're proud of you, we're proud!" to a small band of men who probably didn't realise the enormity of their achievements at the time.
Their successors today have made no-one proud. Their only achievement has been to make this pretty girl cry.