I never studied English Literature beyond first year at uni, the reason being I was unwilling to drop either of my other two subjects: Classical Civilisations, which I loved, and politics.
At that time I was madly into party politics. I was the chairperson of my local branch of the Scottish Socialist Party and spent most weekends demonstating or raising support for the various causes the Party stood for. Of course, this was all long before the infamous Tommy Sheridan scandal which well and truly binned the Party. Those were the heady days of comradeship, purpose and a sense of power.
So tonight's the big night for the Americans. I haven't particularly been following the election campaign, it's so long and drawn out. But now that we're on the eve of the probable election of Barack Obama to presidency there's a definite vibe in the air. The excitment and anticipation in the coverage of the results over here is reminicent of the night before Blair was elected after 18 years of Tory rule. Though I've long since lost my passion and belief in party politics the political animal asleep inside of me is definitely stirring tonight.