Geoffrey is a businessman who lives in a lovely six-bedroom house in Surrey. He must be making upwards of 100k a year; not short of a bob or two is old Geoffrey. Anyway, it was 9:55PM on May the 7th 2015. Geoffrey sat alone in his main living room; his wife was on a month-long trip to the States. Geoffrey travelled across to his booze cabinet and chose the highest-brow bottle of whiskey he could find; none of this Jack Daniels Old No. 7 nonsense for dear Geoffrey. Pouring himself a glass, he heard the familiar voice of Richard Dimbleby's son, well one of them anyway. He always got Jonathan and David confused and Richard is a fond memory from his childhood days. "Will David Cameron return triumphant, or will Ed Miliband succeed in driving him from Number Ten?" A strong chill ran through Geoffrey when he heard the name of that (in his mind) teenage commie. Earlier he had proudly cast his vote for the blue brigade, just as he had done in every election he had participated in, although he vaguely recalls casting a tactical vote for the Alliance in some local election in the eighties. His eyes then began to notice the little clock in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, showing how much time there was until the polls closed. Dimbleby's son got around to introducing the last of the election night on-screen team and then began to talk of the upcoming exit poll. About fifteen seconds later up came the graphic.
"Bugger" said Geoffrey.
"Bugger" said Geoffrey.