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So, as a paid up member of the Labour party (no, honestly, I am, I just sort of didn't vote for them in Scotland), I feel I should be talking about the rise of my dear new leaders, Gordon Brown and Harriet Harman.

Er.

Well.

I'm delighted that Harman got deputy leader - nice one, Labour party, took your bloody time - because she was the closest to Old Labour anyone was going to get, and also I would have gone mad if bloody Hazel Blears had got it.

As for Brown, er, well. I have no idea what to say, because most of the years of my life have been under Blair. I remember my Dad getting very emotional when they won - rightly so, sorry to all the lovely Tories on my list - so let's see how things go. I'm hopeful. I'm always hopeful.

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However, since real politices are boring, I have spent the last night having thoughts about the Saxon family.

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Of course, that's probably a load of crap, but there we are.

Also I had a dream in which there was both Romana Mk1 and Mk2. The dream consisted of them trying to destory the universe because they were hypnotised by the Master, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

Today I am going out to see Shrek and to get not one but two more piercings around my navel because today is payday. Hurrah!