Another night of little sleep. I was a good boy and tucked up in bed by 10am for the exit poll.
SHIT THE BEAD.
I didn’t actually shit the bed.
I had a 5am start in the morning. A very kind invite to the CBC election count was politely declined.
And so instead, my beauty sleep and then a full on SE17 school day in the morning.
But looks are overrated.
That CRAZY exit poll had my mind whizzing beneath the covers.
Steady the buffers, Jase.
Anna was on an all night election bender in the spare room.
Funny girl.
I drifted off, but woke again at 2am, 3:30am and then 5am.
Not the best preparation for a S Ldn school day, Jase.
I surveyed the political landscape over my Bran Flakes. A brief Buzz piece for the Brixton patch was bashed out.
I fear that the nice Mike Urban was also out on an election bender.
Next up was my GE odds. None of the buggers came in.
Hey hoe, etc. They were only put in place to counter act the nightmare of some knobbers getting the nod.
Close, but no cigar, Comrade.
I made the early train. It was a smooth journey in.
I crossed at Ldn Bridge once again on the Brompton. Some lycra lad was speeding in full time trial mode on a tri bike.
Odd.
I caught him up at the Elephant roundabout.
Chapeau, fella!
I somehow found the energy to get through the school day: Southwark Splash rehearsals, Y4 fractions and yoga.
It was also decent catching up with the Y6 pupils as they prepare for the end of year play.
As ever I came out with too many words: 1,800+.
You could write a Buzz piece on how messed up the Vauxhall vote was in fewer words.
I had to head back to *over there* once again.
The completion of the South Lambeth Road flat can’t come quick enough.
Kittens, Anna and BOOZE filled up Friday evening.
Oh - and Bonnie and Shaky on TOTP on #BBC4. Anna was pissed off that I have still got the Shaky dance in my legs.
And then Question Time.
What a cluster-f, Comrades.