Greetings from the land t'interweb forgot

Day two of the Labour Party Conference and the WiFi still isn't working. Anyone surprised? Anyone?
Last night LBGT (which stands for "Les/Bi/Gay/Trans," fact fans) Labour held a reception at which the oft-heard female lament of "Where are all the decent men?" was comprehensively answered.
Newly-selected PPC Stephen Twigg (who recently saw off incumbent Bob Wareing MP for the Liverpool West Derby seat) had a phalanx of admirers around him all evening. Presumably conscious of his new standing, he failed to throw the shapes on the dancefloor for which he is famed.
The one-time pretender-to-the-throne David Miliband is allowed out of his cage long enough to let it be known the Glorious Leader is prepared to wait until November before holding an election. Great, another two months of having to write will-he-won't-he posts when the truth is that nobody except the inner sanctum has any chuffing idea.
Politician's fruity wife knows when to keep her mouth shut. There's a none too subtle SMACK in the face for Cherie Blair somewhere, Westmonster fancies.
In other news: Westmonster drank her own weight in beer last night.