My only regret of the whole Labour leadership contest came yesterday when I realised that the majority of the country had missed one of the most dramatic moments in our political history, as the results of the election were read out, round by round, leading to the announcement, amidst gasps and cheers, that Ed Miliband had been elected leader of the Labour party.
That the result had shocked Ed approximately an hour before we all knew the outcome was clear to see. If he had lost, he would have been disappointed but smiling politely, in the style of the defeated best actress nominees at the Oscars. But this wasn't his look. He was in shock, traumatised at the thought of what he had done, what he had done to his brother and what the fuck he was going to do now.
He composed himself quite remarkably for the task in hand and delivered a sufficient acceptance speech that thanked all the right people. His life had now changed, his suitcases had already been taken to a different hotel, security was in place, the car waiting. He will be briefed by MI5 tomorrow.
Good luck, Ed. Now change my life.
