It’s over and the dust is beginning to settle. Gordoom is holed up in the bunker staring gloomily at the revolver and the whisky but can’t bring himself to do the honourable thing. It’s a crying shame that the last sentence was typed metaphorically rather than literally.

Having been fed the BBC agreed script for weeks that a hung parliament would be fun fun fun for all ages we’re about to see the reality in its true awfulness….(smoke-free) backroom sordid deals carving up (our) money for influence and Cabinet seats. We’re doomed to weak government, minor players wielding massive influence and bit actors in power. The party which came third, or, as it used to be called in old money, last; is threatening the civilised world with having to emplot the financial acumen of the man from the Werthers’ Original adverts – St Vince “I predicted 17 of the last 2 recessions” Cable in a position of more than just counting out his Alzheimers’ meds.

Welcome to government,  European style.

Still, not to worry. ConservativeHome tells us that the Tories will be able to work with the LibDems because everyone apparently now understands the need to destroy wealth creators and embrace bloody save the planet nonsense (just as everyone else has started to realise that it’s a pile of faked crap).

On the plus side, we also enjoyed the unspeakably awful Jacqui Spliff crashing and burning. That part of election night stood out splendidly. TheEye prides himself on being a sadistic bastard who feeds on the misery of socialists for pleasure and profit, but that was a particularly good moment. It wasn’t an entirely wasted evening.