I arrived at the aforementioned election party at 1855 hrs, having already watched enough of the coverage whilst doing a spot of ironing to know that the sad koala was definitely getting his marching orders ('bout time too, goodness knows why it took so long!)
We all crowded round the big sheet to watch with increasing elation as Maxine made her knife-edge speech, Longman fell, and Howard conceded defeat. There was a certain inevitability to it all, but this good an outcome? Almost too good to believe. (Almost worth moving back to Canberra for a job, I thought cynically.)
I felt a certain flatness about the evening. Perhaps it was the inevitability of it all, perhaps it was the amount of alcohol I'd consumed over the past few days. To be honest, I was almost more excited at the prospect of Maxine as a potential PM. Howard, disappointingly, rose remarkably well to the occasion with his concession speech. (I was expecting a fit of pique.) Rudd, by contrast, was bland. Oh well, panache isn't everything and he's got some great future cabinet members behind him.
I guess there's a nervousness for me about what this brave new world will hold...it has to be better than life under Howard, but I resent the way in which politics has come to revolve so much around personalities, his in particular. Will the new Labor tick the boxes on the environment (looks highly likely), work choices (not sure) and Indigenous issues (not sure). And all the rest.
This morning, local radio was full of statements about what the change of government might mean for the Intervention. Clare rallied (for the first time in ages) and said she'd be trying to get Labor to bring back CDEP, get rid of the $100 limit on alcohol purchases, an other things. We'll see. (Surely we need something better than CDEP.)