This post is dedicated to the hard working activists who are still out there chasing up on reluctant voters, telling, and knocking up in the fading daylight with the clock counting down:

* I have a plan, sir.

* Really Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?

* Yes, sir.

* As cunning as a fox who’s just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?

* Yes, sir.
[another call: “On the signal, Company will advance”]

* Well, I’m afraid it’s too late. Whatever it was, I’m sure it was better than my plan to get out of here by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed another madman round here?
[a whistle blows he looks at Baldrick]

* Good luck, everyone.

It’s too late now. It’s all over. Get a stiff drink or two inside you, head to your counts and hope for the best.