The typing was beer-fuelled, but the thinking wasn't — and, thank god, when I re-read it this morning I didn't feel the need to hang my head in shame.

As I've said in other comments, I've just watched the acceptance speech and now really hope I was wrong. There were moments when, alone in my office and staring at the computer screen, I found myself clapping.

Now, if only Jack Layton can channel some of that ...