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8Jun/101

Impatience and Virgin

It has now been six days since my missive to Virgin Media, and I have yet to have a response. I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt and give them until the end of play tomorrow, and then I am going to call them and tell them to come get their stuff. I did try and get in contact with their twitter team, who seem to be trying to deal with the tidal wave on constant complaints with a calm and helpful manner. It seems they trawl twitter for any mention of them, and then respond accordingly. Rather than wait for them to spot me, I sent the following message to them:

To which they responded:

So now I learn that rather than the two days to resolve things that I was promised on the phone, it could now be as long as 28 days, which would conveniently take me out of my standard 28 period to cancel. And so I sent back:

To which they responded…. Well, they didn't in point of fact.

I don't really think that I'm stretching it too much to say that you are hardly reaching your service level promise of a response within 48 hours if you send a generic automated response within seconds of receiving a complaint form.  If that were the case then where I work I would just stick my out of office response on saying 'Hi, I've not read your mail, but I'll get round to it eventually' and I'd never get in trouble for not doing my work. Of course I wouldn't do this, because I'm not a bastard, which is more than I can say for some media companies.

They have until the time I get home tomorrow to respond.  Oh, and thanks to everyone who left helpful suggestions on the previous post, rest assured they have been studied and will be held in reserve in case of emergency.

Other than that, the good news is the writers block is gone, thanks in no small part to the Virgin letter.  Since then I've put two posts up at Demon Pigeon, one of which went down so badly with my fellow members of staff that I have a nasty feeling I may get a visit in the night and the swift removal of my testes. To be fair though, it's a terrible review of an awful album, but one which I inexplicably love anyway.  Oh, and I've lined up an interview with one of the most influential bands of the last 30 years too, so that's nice.

4Jun/106

Service please

As I mentioned before, I am really suffering with writers block at the moment. I have managed to write one thing though, a bit of a missive to Virgin Media for the terminally awful piece of shit they call 'service.' I thought I might post it here, just on the off-chance that I can later try and persude them that you dear readers are numbered in the tens of thousands, and that I am what they call in marketing terms 'an arbiter of taste.' This also means I don't have to try and go through it all again, as typing anything seems to fill me with a certain amount of unspecified dread, roughly akin to when you have a hangover and have that guilty feeling that you just can't shake all day. But anyway, what follows is my letter to Virgin. It's not one of the comedy letters you see so often and that can be rather wonderful, mainly because they are easily dismissable, and I want a resolution.

"I am writing to complain about being mis-sold a package on Virgin by one of your sales staff. I initially was looking at a range of options for my new home, amongst which was Virgin. Having entered a few details onto your website I got a follow up call from one of your agents, and discussed the matter further. I had looked at getting the bundle which included Broadband L (which included the wireless router), TV M+, and phone M, as well as the V+ box with associated costs. I ran through the details with him over the phone, and he said that if I could call him back he would be able to get a better deal for me. I looked into it further and decided to call him back.

At this stage he offered me various discounts, including dropping the one off charge for the V+ box. We discussed this in specifics as I explained to him that I was not all that bothered about the HD aspect, as I don't have a HD TV, but I really wanted the V+ aspect. He informed me that the HD box was the V+ box, and so I agreed.

We moved into the house and managed to get everything set up, although was a bit annoyed to find that my router had been downgraded to a non-wireless kind, this was never mentioned. But when I came to try the V+ box I was very upset to find that it actually was just an HD box, without the V+. I immediately phoned your customer services centre and spoke to someone called *******, who was extremely rude, told me there was nothing he could do and that he also couldn't get me a manager to speak to, but that he would get one to call me back within an hour.

That call never came, so I phoned back, and this time spoke to someone whose name I didn't catch, but they told me that there was no problem, and that you could send me out the V+ box, but not until my account had finished setting up on the system, and that I should phone back the next day.

I called back the next day, and was told that it still wasn't set up, but that I would get a call the next day to confirm sending out my V+box.

Two days later I still had not received a call back, so again I called your centre, only to be told I could not get the V+ box that was promised to me, as I had not paid for it. Eventually I was told that I could purchase one for £100, or by upgrading to the XL TV package.

In summary, I am very disappointed by this service. The box that I do have is completely useless to me (it also has a nice habit of crashing just as I am in the middle of watching something, if only I had V+!) and the V+ box was one of the main reasons I took your service, and was explicitly promised to me as being within the package I was signing up for. I would like you to look back over my account and listen to the various calls to me and from me on ******** , and once you have confirmed this, I would like to be sent both the V+ box, and a wireless router.

If this is not resolved, I will be cancelling my contract immediately and going to one of your competitors.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Paul"

Interestingly, I was promised over the phone that if I sent a letter of complaint I would get a definite response within 48 hours. It turns out that what I would get is an immediate automated response which say's, and I quote:

"Hi Paul,

Thanks for the email you sent to us on *********. We're on the case and a member of our team will get back to you as quickly as possible, usually within 5 days. Don't forget - if there's anything else you'd like to know, just log on to our website. It's at www.virginmedia.com"

How utterly helpful. What's the betting that I don't get a response within 5 days?*

So there you go. The world's most blatant attempt to circumvent writers block. Hopefully it will have worked, and I can write something somebody may actually want to read.

*I actually wrote this two days ago now, so by reckoning, Virgin will get back in contact with in exactly 'when hell freezes over' days time.

31May/100

Not gone, just….something

So I moved house a week ago, and it seems to have created some kind of massive shift in my ability to sit at a typewriter and hit it until words come onto the screen.  I don't quote understand how that's happened, but this will be my first post on any site for more than two weeks, which for me is akin to going more than two weeks without raising the general godlike genius of Joss Whedon in general conversation. But seriously folks, how good was that episode of Glee, eh? But I digress, you play sorry and I play chess. Go get some percocet.

Anyway, in the last two weeks I have lost all writing ability. Don't believe me, go read the last paragraph again. Done? And that was my third attempt at it. Last week I tried to write an obituary to Paul Gray from Slipknot for Demon Pigeon, and ended up spending two hours trying to nail one line. For the bassist from Slipknot.

And it's not just my writing that has fallen by the wayside, the Year Of Health has taken a not insignificant nosedive over the last two weeks, and I've put back on four pounds. I need my mojo back, but I cannot fathom how to get it back. Hopefully my juices will reappear again, and maybe now that I have finally built my last piece of flat-pack furniture for the house, my creative aenima will return.  Of course, if you don't hear from me again in the next two weeks, feel free to send me abusive messages. Maybe that will spur me into action.

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12May/103

Letters to Rosie: The third, for your third.

Once upon a time I toyed with the idea of starting a regular thing called Letters To Rosie. If you look you will see there have been a couple of others, but I thought I would revive it for a special occasion.

Dear Rosie.

This past weekend, a very significant thing happened. You turned three years old. It seems strange to think that three years ago I was sat in a hospital room in the midlands, holding a tiny little bundle of wrinkled skin and big beautiful blue eyes, and now I have this wonderful little girl, so capricious, so full of joy (and snot, so much snot, how do you fit it all in?) and I get to watch as every day you are beginning to become a real individual person. Your language is becoming more and more formed, and the inquisitive mind that you are already displaying fills me with so much pride and joy. And then there's that smile. That smile, which can level me immediately, no matter how cheeky the behaviour is that leads to it.

In fact, if your current behaviour is any indication of your future personality, then there is a lot there that leads me to be encouraged. You are, as I mentioned, inquisitive, with an ability to use reason that leads me to believe you're going to be very smart. But you are also independent. The other day we took you to look around a new nursery, and without hesitation you went straight over to a group of kids you've never seen before and said hello, and started playing. That kind of bravery and independence is something I hope you hang on to, because no matter how much harder social interaction gets as you grow, if you can hold on to that thing where you can walk into any room and make people feel at ease, you will do well in life. It's the sunnyness of your disposition that does it, and it's something very special.

All of this individualism, however, could easily be brattish spoilt arrogance in a lot of kids, but you wear it very well, and that is because it's very clear that you are very sweet child. Whenever you hear hurt you show concern, and when you see trouble you try and fix it. When I was ill a little while back (only a cold, I hasten to add) you asked every day for weeks afterwards if I was still poorly, with genuine concern, and your manners are already very good. All I can say at the moment is that every day I see a new piece of your personality fitting into place, and so far I couldn't be more pleased with the young lady you are becoming. I can’t wait to meet the woman you will one day become because I can already tell that she's going to be every bit as kind, smart and capable as your mother, and there's not really any higher praise that I can give you than that.

My job, and that of your Mum as well, is to help you become this wonderful person we see the potential for you to be, to help that inquisitive mind stay hungry for knowledge, to encourage those better parts of your nature. It's not always an easy job, but we've got better raw material than most parents. So here's to you, Rosie, on the occasion of your third birthday. May you always retain a shred of the wonderful, beautiful, happy little girl that you are today.

Dad.

10May/100

Utterly redundant

I have often heard the old line that moving house is one of the most stressful things that you can do, but I've never really understood it. Throughout my life I have moved on a pretty regular basis. In fact I would say the longest I have ever lived in one house would be about four years, and at one point in my childhood I remember that there were 8 moves in two years. The result of this is that I no longer fear the 'dreaded move.' In fact, I rather enjoy it, with the promise of reinvention that it offers each time, the chance to make new a home. Until now.

Ellen and I have been looking for a new house for over a year, off and on, although we've only really been serious about it since January. We're renters, so the stress involved in buying and selling houses is something that doesn't really apply to us, but we soon found ourselves in a market where the landlord is king (or queen) and there are far more people looking for places than there are places themselves. Time and time again we would find a place, only to find that it had already been snapped up by what Daisy Steiner would call 'psychic house hunters.' But then, finally, we found a nice three bedroom place in a not great but not too awful part of Acomb, with a nice big garden to boot. On this occasion we weren't too late, and deciding not to over think things too much, we snapped it up.

Now, it's less than two weeks until we move and the wheels are starting to come off. Our finances are being somewhat tested by the fact that we need to find rent and bond, as well as money for a sofa bed, bookcases and a lot more besides. We went up there on Friday and discovered that the whole house needs repainting, rather than the one small patch of wall that we spotted when we first looked around, and today we have found out that the white goods (fridge, freezer, washing machine etc) that we were assured were part of the property are, in fact, not. So suddenly we are looking at having to find the money for everything we already knew about, as well as at least three rather expensive items and redecorating costs, all in the space of two weeks.*

This is all solvable, of course, but this is more in the way of headaches that I am used to when it comes to moving, and it come on the back of five months of hard slog to even get to this point. I cannot wait to be in the new house, but I just wish things could be simple again, when you just packed up your stuff and moved it. Anyway, grumble over. I was going to talk about the ongoing melee that is the hung parliament, but by the time this gets posted it's likely to be redundant, and I expect we'll see an announcement today or tomorrow, but I have to say one thing. As far as I can see, and as much as I hate the Tories, the Lib Dems have no option but to get into Government with them, either in coalition, or through a general agreement. Why? Because for years the Lib Dems have been talking about Proportional Representation, and this is exactly the kind of result that PR would throw together on a regular basis. This is their only real chance to show the country that the system they advocate would work, and Clegg has to know that the public wouldn't view a Lib/Lab coalition the same way. Cameron won the election, not enough to get a majority, but he is the clear winner and the Lib Dems need to understand that, even if they don't like it. Hell, I don't like it, but Clegg needs to think not just of his supporters and back benchers, but the country as a whole. Pull this off, and he will be seen as the usher of a new era of politics. To his credit, it seems that he thinks the same way, even if he's having trouble convicing the rest of his party.**

*Since typing this, and after about 5 conversations with the estate agents, a compromise deal has been hammered out on the white goods. Which pretty much throws this whole blog post into redundancy, but hey, I'm gonna make you sit there and read it all anyway. I did well at negotiating though, they should put me in charge of the government.

**For fuck's sake. Just as I'm entering this, Brown goes on the news and announces joint talks with Lib Dems as well as his intention to step down. It's too soon to make any sense of this really, although I am torn between being really happy on an instinctual level, (not least with the idea of seeing Cameron's face right now) and thinking it's a terrible terrible idea to get into bed with Labour, for all the reasons outlined above.

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7May/102

Oh dear

So, I've had three hours or so of sleep, and it seems as though I needn't have bothered staying up. The country has decided, and has decided in a fog of uncertainty to decide not to decide anything.  Well done Britain.  You've decided to give Cameron just enough room to get his right wing hack press to press his advantage.  As I listen to the BBC now, they're already there, talking about how the Conservatives have 'a clear mandate' and how the only option now is for the dribble chin kid to take power that he's not been fully given, on a vote base of roughly a third of the population.

If I sound bitter it's because I bloody well am. The one thing I really didn't expect was for the Lib Dems to utterly fail in every regard.  Nick Clegg may soon be the kingmaker (and I still hold out hope for a Lib/Lab coalition) but I think that the Lib Dems need to look long and hard about whether he can really lead the party forward to make any gains, or if they are doomed to electoral nothingness for ever.

This is about all my brain can handle right now, I will have more thoughts as the results become a bit clearer, and the new Government takes shape,  In the meantime, I leave you with the best musical representation of my head right now.  Altogether now... 'Why am I pissing blood?'

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6May/103

We really don’t do hope

Looking back to the glorious night in November 2008 (was it really that long ago?) when myself and a group of dedicated drunkards stayed up all night in my front room as the American people ushered in a moment of genuine change, and embraced hope over fear, it was something that was genuinely special to be a part of, even from a trans atlantic distance. Fastforward to today, and try as it might, British politics is utterly incapable of grasping the same strand of hope.

I have just returned from voting (and yes that picture is from my polling station, in case you care), in an empty church hall (and yes that picture is from my polling station, in case you care.) I live in a constituency where my vote will not matter one iota, because I happen to live in a very safe seat. I have always lived in safe seats, and yet like a fool I get the same tingle of excitement ever time election time rolls around. Mind you, as one friend pointed out to me on Facebook earlier, at least I now have the luxury of voting my intention, rather than tactically. He is not a Labour supporter, but is gripped with the same 'anyone but the Tories' fever that seems to have struck the country (and hopefully will prevail come the results) and as such is voting for the candidate best positioned to defeat the Conservative candidate. And this is why the election of change has become an election of fear, as the Tories trade on the fear of Labour, and the left leaning parties try to form an an alliance out of fear against the Tories.

Cameron has tried to make this election about change, about hope, as though he wants his Obama moment without genuinely understanding how that moment worked, but people have overwhelmingly seen through that, and any victory dance that he makes outside the black door with the number ten tomorrow or in the next week will be tempered by the knowledge that the result is no glowing endorsement of his policies or personality, no mandate for sweeping change. Brown, however, could never make this about change, because that inevitably leads to the question of why such changes were not made over the previous 13 years of his party's power. Labour have a record that in some areas is shining, in others dismal. The same can be said of any party who have been in power long enough, but the decisions that Blair and Brown have made over issues like Iraq and civil liberties have been utterly atrocious and indefensible, and leave even the most hardened Labour supporters to shake their heads.

If anyone in this election has represented change and hope, it is Nick Clegg. But even to this most ardent Liberal Democrat supporter, he failed to follow up on the promise of his performance in the first debate, seeming at times to be scared of his own party's positions. And the Lib Dem positions on some areas are not particularly populist, but where Obama made real hope possible was in not ducking the big topics, and by trying his best to explain his positions in an honest manner when they were out of synch with popular opinion. On immigration and Europe especially, Clegg has not done enough to make his case, and he has scared a lot people willing to take a punt on him, and in the last few weeks sounded like a broken record when accusing the other parties of the 'same old politics' time and time again. He should have hit much harder and longer on MP's expenses, and made electoral reform the centrepiece of his campaign.

To a lot of my peers though, he has represented change and hope in very real terms. A lot has been said in the mainstream media about how the online battle was not going to win the election, wiping their brows with a collective sigh of relief as they did so. But they have missed the point. What the online battle has allowed for is for people to actively discuss the election amongst their peers, to strutinise and find comedy in an area that is usually so dry and passionless and inscrutable. It has allowed politics to become cool again to a generation that grew up thinking it was all pointless, and to let people think that their voice can be heard, that their views are just as valid and important as those of the right or left wing press. It has provided an avenue for both hope and fear to be expressed, and to grow.

But while this sense of renewed optimism seems so palpable today, as I watch my friends talk on twitter about the vote, as I read passionate blogs about the election, and as the Facebook vote counter has climbed and climbed, I wonder if this sense of hope and optimism is all just a prelude to a million dashed hopes and squandered dreams, as tomorrow we awake (well, not me, I'll be staying up all night to watch it but you know what I mean) to find that the Tories are back in charge. I hope not. What I really want is a hung parliament, with Labour strong enough to form a coalition with the Lib Dems. Anything but Cameron, who will destroy so many of the services that the British people have come to rely on over these past 13 years. And there again, is the fear that means that while this election is the most important of my lifetime, it will never represent that Obama moment. I am beginning to wonder if we as a nation are capable of it.

But enough doom and gloom (there'll probably be plenty of that to go around tomorrow) because if nothing else this election has provided moments of high drama, comedy and, yes hope.  Here, in no particular order, are my top 5 moments of the 2010 election:

  1. Watching the polls for Clegg go through the roof after the first debate, and how the pundits were utterly unprepared for it.
  2. When Ellen pointed out in the same debate that Cameron was the spit of Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
  3. The moment today when someone (fellow sci-fi geek) on Facebook pointed out that in fact he could be Lore, the evil twin of Data, which leaves the possibility still of Cameron ending up destroyed on a desert planet, or brainwiped and joining the good guys.
  4. When Twitter pounced on the anti-Clegg rhetoric in the press and created the #nickcleggsfault hashtag.
  5. The BNP running the most error prone and shambolic campaign possible, blowing (hopefully) any ground they made in the European elections.

But of course there are low points:

  1. Bigotgate, because apparently calling a bigot a bigot is tantamount to treason, or possibly just a good excuse to move off the colossal economy story from the day before.
  2. The Sky Debate, and Adam Boulton's stupid puffy Murdoch-financed face.
  3. George Osbourne. Because I've seen enough horror films to know what the end of that story is.
  4. The dismissal of the Lib Dems in the final week by every bit of TV coverage.
  5. The weird spittle thing that Cameron seems to get on his chin when he's excited. Freaks. Me. Out.

And that's about it.  I shall now spend the next twelve hours or so glued to my television, hoping against hope for a defeat for the forces of darkness.

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4May/100

There is no other word than Fail.

Ok, I admit it. I bit off more than I could chew. I had too much on my plate. I must now eat humble pie. Choke on my words. Hang on, enough with the food metaphors.  I must be hungry. I'm always hungry, but that's the price you pay for being on a diet. But I digress.  Today I have had to call time on one of the many many things that I have taken on.  I decided to drop out of my Open University course.

Yep, I made it to one and a half modules, although in real terms that is pretty much a full year and a half.  The reasons are multiple, but in the end it comes down to a lack of resources.  Not enough time, not enough energy, not enough willpower, and crucially, not enough interest.  When I started the course the idea was to train for a career in IT, but strangely enough it seems as though a computing degree is not really what you want to be doing.  At no point in my course would I ever learn how to build a PC, or make one work better.  I can get this information a lot easier and more cheaply than I was from the OU. Also, when I started, the main thrust was to learn web design, but the truth is that I have now launched three websites, albeit with help, but I realised it's the running and maintaining of websites that interests me, not their design.  There are places like WordPress that take all the pain out of it, and good friends and people I have met on Twitter who can do the rest.

And having launched Demon Pigeon, Year of Health, here, and eventually BOTM, it's there that I feel I need to focus my energies. I am not posting enough to any of these sites, and a lot of that is down to the fact that I have spent a lot of time thinking that there is a load of Uni work to be done, and if I am going to sit at the computer then it's that which should get my attention.  And so I avoid the computer altogether, doing neither.

Truth be told I now feel like a weight has been lifted from my back, and that I am now free to blog, in its many guises.  But in order to justify this to myself, I'm going to make a promise. A grand total of 8 posts a week. For Demon Pigeon (where at the very least I have other people to pick up the slack) three here, and three for YOH.  I can only justify this decision if I am honestly going to knuckle down more.  I've already spoken to Ellen about setting aside an hour a night.  I want to be better at this, I want my prose to reach the heights of the wonderful bloggers whose work pulls me in every single day.  The only way I can see to do that is to write.  Today I read a great post by Jay over at Do Some Damage about how writers make the time to write, no matter what. I've been all too guilty of not doing this. I must do better, and now I don't have any excuses for not doing so.

28Apr/103

Choices

*Note. Firstly I'm glad to say I've got the blogging buzz back at the moment, so expect to see a bit more activity around here. However, for the next few weeks it's very likely I will be talking about Politics a lot, seeing as it's all I can think or talk about at the moment. So if that's not your thing, then apologies. I know at least one American reader who will doubtless be utterly uninterested in the minutiae of British politics, so sorry Kerri. That said, on with the show.

Come next Thursday I am going to have to make a very hard decision. As millions of people put their ballots in the box and the nation waits expectantly for the result of the most closely fought election my generation has ever seen, I am personally being forced to choose. A choice, between tried, tested and reliable, or the shiny, the new, the unknown. A choice between cold hard truths, and the promise of a new way of doing things.

I am not talking, of course, about the choice between parties. No, for me that ship set sail long ago. No, I am talking about the choice of coverage come election night. I have already booked the next day off work, so that no matter how long the result takes I can stay up without fear of falling asleep at my desk the next day. I do this for every election (and the American ones too) because I am a geek, and I love watching the pundits clamouring to fill the time before the results come in, to see them desperately trying to spin results as they happen, to get reaction, and for the little moments that really shape your understanding of our political system. Or simply those moments that make you laugh, or punch the air (watching Michael Portillo's face as he lost his seat ticked both of those boxes for me) can easily keep me sustained for an entire evening, and often right up until the morning as well.

For my money, there is nobody better at this sort of thing than the BBC. With the trusty old Beeb you get the highest grade of punditry as well as the most knowledgeable presenters. But you also get a sense that they understand that this should be entertainment, that it's live, and that whatever happens will happen. Until recently it was a given that I was going to spend next Thursday in the company of the Beeb. The good old trusty Beeb. But now we have a new choice. A usurper, if you will, in the battle for my attention come election night. Channel 4's 'alternative election night.'

This promises to be a slightly more irreverent take on the unfolding election results, hosted by a mix of the good (Charlie Brooker, David Mitchell), the bad (Jimmy Carr) and the ugly (Jimmy Carr). Oh, and the lovely Lauren Laverne. Several of these ingredients give me hope, especially the presence of Brooker, who has long been my favourite person on telly. Certainly there is potential there for it to be a funny but still intelligent enough look at the night, but on the other hand, these are presenters who by and large don't have a lot of experience with live telly, so there is the very real possibility that it will all go immensely tits up. The description on the Channel 4's website bills it as 'a night full of satire and sass, minus the staid political swing-o-meters.' But I like the swing-o-meter. I am torn between wanting to be entertained, and wanting to be informed.

The Channel 4 show runs from 9pm until one in the morning. The BBC's coverage doesn't start on BBC1 proper until 9.55 (although BBC News will obviously be running with the election throughout the day) so I imagine that I will give the challenger 55 minutes to sell itself to me, at which point I think that the BBC may well win out. The truth is that as much as I have enjoyed the satire and humour that has permeated this election more than any other in my lifetime, I also take it very seriously, and I think come the night itself, I want to watch coverage that takes it seriously as well.

*Second note. I'm going to try and post this using my phone, as I have learnt my lesson about blogging from a work computer, and I am not going to be able to get it up until tomorrow otherwise. If this works, it will make me a happy man. If it doesn't, well then I guess I will remove this note and post it tomorrow instead. So if you are reading the note then it worked. If you are not, well then you will never know about it.

*Third note.  The phone thing didn't work. I hate the world.

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26Apr/100

Too much hope can kill you. Politically speaking.

'Imagine this is Cameron's head. I'm jabbing him in the eye right now.'

This election seems on the outside to have been the most interesting, explosive and open of my lifetime. It has energised the left and left traditional Lib Dem supporters on cloud nine. But why do I feel that come May 7th the party will be over and all that talk of change will end at the exact same time as Cameron moves into number 10?

Change is in the air. Having seen America go through an era defining with Barack Obama, a lot of people I know were paying attention to the upcoming election with a more engaged mind than I remember at any election before. But nothing could prepare me for what happened after the first TV debate. Even as a Lib Dem supporter I knew very little about Nick Clegg going into it, presuming him to be the party's misguided attempt to go down the Cameron route, rather than trust in the experience and wisdom that the likes of Ashdown and Kennedy had brought, and that Vince Cable could easily bring.

But then came the second question of the first debate, and Nick Clegg stood up and sounded genuinely engaged and, crucially, like a leader on the expenses scandal. In the week and a half that has followed the first debate, the Lib Dems have become a focal point for a lot of the disillusioned left who saw them as a potential break from the mess that is (post New) Labour. And online, the online liberal community has found a unifying voice, on issues such as rationalism, science funding, nuclear proliferation and more. Nick Clegg has genuinely energised people in the same way that it looked like people were energised by Blair back in 1997 (and I speak here as an outsider to that whole movement, who couldn't get over the fact that Tony Blair looked like the antichrist).

And now we liberal left voters know that we're getting to 'them' because here comes the right wing press, trying every desperate tactic they can to bring down this new emergent force that potentially could have the clout to forever change the establishment. They sling mud as fast as they can, in the hope that they can change the narritive. But they don't see that all they are doing is energising the base hard right wing of the Conservative party to get out and vote, which they were going to do anyway. For the moment the momentum has been stolen from Cameron, and to a lot of undecided voters he no longer looks like the voice of change, but the voice of the same party that they hated all these years.

Or at least that was what I thought, but when you look at the polls the truth is that Cameron is still ahead, and in the marginal seats which will decide this election the vast majority are simply a two horse race that the Lib Dems will have no influence over. Fast forward to May 6th and the simple truth is that the Lib Dems can hope to strengthen their position, but no more than that. The Conservatives are going to win. And so the best we can hope for is a hung parliament.

But what will that look like? Well, for the most part it will look much the same as a Conservative government. Clegg can't support Brown if he comes in last, and the pipedream of Clegg himself doing well enough on the day to force Labour to accept him as leader is not reflected by the electoral math. No matter how bad Labour do in terms of vote share, they will still have more MP's than the Lib Dems.

And so the Lib Dems will have to go into a coalition with the Conservatives. If they don't, they will be hated for propping up Brown, of for failing to come to an agreement and causing another election, and all of the ground they have made nationally will be lost. The Conservatives will know this and will not be so happy to give away power to the Lib Dems. So the Lib Dems will be forced to choose which of their priorities to hold to. My guess will be that it will be electoral reform, which the Tories will hate as they have the most to lose. But then I wouldn't be surprised to see that put on the backburner. Perhaps the Lib Dems will be able to temper the more insane of the Conservative tendencies, but it will still be Dave running the show.

Now I am not trying to put a huge dampener on all that has gone on so far. It's been marvellous seeing people taking such a pronounced interest, and the way that the internet has really come into its own. We now have more power to decide for ourselves what is important, and the means to put those questions to our representitives. And there will be real change as a result of this election. Electoral reform is looking more and more like a certainty now, and the changes that will come will change our system forever. But anyone looking in the short term for that Obama moment when we rise up as one and embrace Liberalism, it's just not going to happen, and we could all do well to make sure our hopes don't outstrip political reality.

On the other hand, if I am wrong about this and I sit watching BBC news on May 6th getting drunker, watching the swingometer go more and more yellow, and the faces of the Tory hopefuls becoming ashen, I will be glad to be wrong, and will eat my hat accordingly. And not just a beanie, but the silly Russian style one with the earflaps.

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