Well, Big Liz has signed off on the regime change; the Conservatives are in and our PM is the nasty plastic-faced David Cameron. I've lived in the UK for almost six years under a centre-left government, and there seemed a fighting chance over the last month that this election would shift things a touch further to the left. Now we've got our first Green MP, which should be a huge cause for celebration, but Caroline Lucas's triumph is almost forgettable in the shadow of a new and massively unlikely coalition that seems like the nail in the Liberal coffin. In general, I'm totally in favour of coalition governments; at the very least, they tend to reflect the wishes of the electorate, rather than forcing a single-party government out of a proportionally tiny segment of the vote. But I'm finding it difficult to see the Tories actually forging a full and complete union with the LibDems; once the dust settles, the Tories will dig their heels in and Clegg & co will toe the right-wing line. Or so it seems to me right now anyway, in the miserable funk of the immediate aftermath. I'm contemplating my options, country-wise; I've emigrated before, and I'm totally prepared to do it again. Bah. I promise I'll resume regular ranting and bookish rambling soon - just as soon as I can break this BBC News 24 addiction. It's almost as bad as my popcorn and tea habits.