I joined the Fabian Society recently, mainly so I’d get a vote in the Labour leadership election (I’m not rejoining Labour, at least for a while). So today I’m at the FEPS-Fabian New Year Conference 2020. Or #FEPSFAB20, as they’d like us to tweet.
I ate the last piece of our Christmas cake today. Christmas is now definitively over. If there was ever any doubt of that.
Enjoying Moffat and Gatiss’s Dracula. The end of episode 2 takes a surprising turn.
I don’t know if online petitions do much good, really, but with Trump trying to drag America into yet another war in the Middle East, the very least we can do is try to stop the UK from getting involved.
Live rickrolling on the Hootenany! Happy New Year, everyone.
At the cinema. The Rise of Skywalker will start any minute.
It’s 4 in the morning and Gove is telling lies on the telly. This has become masochism — actually it did several hours ago — I’ll just listen to wee Nicola, and then go to bed.
Jeez, Jo Swinson loses by 149, in my old stomping grounds. Actually I think the constituency was West Dunbartonshire wherein I grew up, but close enough.
I think Corbyn’s stepping down (as he should) — or maybe it’s only at the next General Election? Strange phrasing.
Ed Miliband’s still around? And he just scraped back into his seat.