A long first day back at Westminster, the most dramatic event of which was the announcement by Gordon Brown of his intended resignation as Labour leader. I wish I could find some suitable words of praise for him, or of regret at his departure, but I can’t. Let’s leave it at that.
This evening, there was a meeting of the Parliamentary Conservative party in committee room 14, the biggest in the House. It was so full that it could scarcely accommodate all the Members who turned up. We are now a very big party indeed.
After the meeting, some of us adjourned to the smoking room (where smoking isn’t allowed, by the way). That, too, was full of Tories. It was particularly satisfying to sit at an all-Welsh Conservative table.
This Parliament is going to be very different from the last. The negotiations continuing among the three principal parties will determine its shape, if not necessarily its duration.
I feel very low at the way things are turning out, this was not what I hoped for.
Is it just me, or is life because of Labour turning many of us into depressives?
How would some of the past Tory leaders handled this I wonder?
To see George and Oliver standing there on William’s coat tails made me think,
How has it come to this?
George does the party no favours either.