Ok, so the bad news was that the Conservatives would be the largest party should the poll actually be right – BUT they would’ve fallen short of a majority, which would result in a hung parliament. I could tell that things were about to get interesting – Well, maybe not right away, but definitely by 2-3am.
The votes started to roll in slowly but surely and Labour were ahead – it was of course time to order a fat Pappa John’s to celebrate. But that may not have been the best idea in hindsight as the value of the Pound had dropped following the shocking revelations of the exit polls.
It gets to 2am – where its normally make or break for Labour. But they were still ahead – that tiny glimmer of hope still shining bright and admittedly a part of me thought that Corbs might just do it.
One of the highlights of the night was of course, watching the ex- Liberal Democrat leader Nick Clegg lose his seat. Yes, millions, myself included stayed up to witness the renowned closet Tory lose his seat to a Labour MP in Sheffield. At first, he let out a subtle sigh, but as the results continued to be announced it was obvious that Clegg wouldn’t be able to hold it together for much longer. I mean, I’m sure Davey Cameron was waiting in the wings to give his old pal a hug afterwards.
I was wrong of course, and the once sweet taste of victory pizza in mouth had begun to turn stale. It was around 4am and the Tories had gone into the lead. Admittedly I was ready for bed, I couldn’t watch them soar into the lead again, I just didn’t have the emotional or physical strength. Also, I had £10 riding on the fact that the Conservatives wouldn’t gain a majority and I wasn’t about to sit around and watch my £10 disappear into thin air.
SNAP!