hilarious.

A fellow UTS student shares with me a turn to moody 19C novels in times of distress. To this I add turning to another (not-so-)secret addiction, The Economist, to which I've recently, gleefully resubscribed. And in the midst of my aforementioned heartwoes, this delightful paragraph about the succession struggles of Britain's Conservative Party added a ray of light:

But [Conservative leader] Mr Howard's efforts on his protégés' behalf may have been counter-productive. Although an election under the new rules cannot take place until November, Mr Cameron and Mr Osborne, who are posh as well as youthful, are already the object of much spiteful comment from their colleagues. One senior MP observed: “On top of our usual disagreements we are now riven with ageism and class hatred.” Another says: “Just because they're metropolitan and have gay friends, Michael thinks they're the future.” Should Mr Osborne, who, it must be said, is bright and personable, be crushed beneath [Chancellor] Gordon Brown's tank tracks, there will be much glee on the benches behind him.

I often wish US politics were even half as entertaining, instead of just brutally partisan.