Eve of Gordogeddon

To the disappointment of the ever expectant Mr Eagle Eye, there were no outlandish scandals or resignations today on the part of the Labour Party. My sharp beak smells that this is just a lull, that the day of the election, the Labour Party has actually thought 'Hey, we need to actually do something here'. It will be a one day only. Labour seem to have momentarilly followed in the philosophy of Hippocrates, "but above all, to do no harm". But this will not last long.

Once the results of the elections start pouring out tomorrow, all loyalty will unravel, and the a lethal free-for-all will envelop the Labour party. Mr Eagle Eye will be flabbergasted and feather-flapping if the letter of no confidence does not meet it's 71 required signatories to trigger a leadership election. In addition, there is also the possibility that Parliament could pass a vote of no confidence on the Prime Minister, therefore triggering a General Election. Even as Mr Eagle Eye pecks away at his laptop, it can be assured that there are cliques of plottery already underway, organising their coups.

Unfortunatley, unlike the General Eleciton, the results will not be pouring in overnight, but rather throughout the day tomorow. Shame, Mr Eagle Eye was hoping to have a beer and pizza-fueled all nighter as a dress-rehearsal for the General Election, but hey good things come to those who waiteth patiently! Still, that won't stop me consuming said beer and pizza. Hurrah!

But tomorrow, with votes already cast and Labour bleeding power, this will not just be the night of long knives. Blair's loyalists will never forgive Brown, and they are planning something big:

“if you think this is bad, wait until the polls close”

This will be Gordogeddon!

** Update **

Mr Eagle Eye is among many enjoying the show. Matthew Norman of The Independent gives us his summary.

"What we are witnessing is a very British form of anarchy. There are no rules here, only blind panic and frantic plotting by members of a headless party with enough nerve endings still active to charge around until electoral rigor mortis sets in.

As for the rest of us, like superannuated Bisto Kids, we stand with our noses pressed up against the window onto the best little madhouse in town, reveling in the sight of the inmates desecrating the asylum they won't be running for much longer."

That's just awesome!