Oh, Gordon. Look at us, there, in that room with very fancy wallpaper: so young, so untrammeled, so filled with hope for a progressive Britain! Would either of us have dreamed that night that half a decade later, the unravelling of the Labour Party under your aegis would cause me (or rather my voting alter ego, Jean Adlestein, for my name on the ballot was inexplicably spelled wrong) to actually vote for the Green Party?
Sigh.
