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.

It’s not too late to vote, folks. Half an hour to get down to your polling station, get the Tories out, and stop Brexit.

Have reached Watchmen episode 6. Getting strong Babylon 5 vibes.

Why is it two different temperatures at the same time in London?

Corbyn is saying that Johnson is trying to “hijack” Brexit and turn it into a right-wing project — “Thatcherism on steroids”. That’s not hijacking; that’s what it always was.

Where, and in what direction, am I meant to slide? Because I can’t get past this screen in the iPhone camera app “Manual.”