This year I decided not to stay up and listen to the election results coming in. I mean, another long night of Jim Naughtie interrupting some droning politico to say, "And now over to Little-Piddling-in-the-Water, where we understand that the Returning Officer has just farted". Followed by a quick word from the duty psephologist: "Well, Jim, if this were replicated across the country, the Army would have to issue gasmasks."
So I went to bed at 10 o'clock and had a good night's sleep. And look what happens. I take my eye off the ball for a few hours and total chaos ensues.
I give it six months till the next election.