Waiting for Gord

The day of Brown's first Conference speech as PM: journalists spend the early hours hoping that if they roar "areyergonnacallanelection?" at unexpected junctures during the morning interviews, it might startle him into letting slip some sort of definite answer.
Labour ahead on 42, Conservatives and LibDems each down two at 34 and 14 respectively.
Ed Balls admits to enjoying a snifter of sherry at Christmas - Iain Dale calls him a wuss, demands to know if he's looking at his bird, and challenges him to take it outside.
Rumours afoot that Brown's is going to end 24 hour licensing. If anyone's actually managed to find a pub in the intervening period that isn't rattling the door chain and snatching glasses out of the punters' hands as soon as it hits 11.10pm, we're sure they'll be gutted.
Bojo's election pledge: multiple wives for all!
Confusion reigns at Conference over the latest disease to hit the farming industry. "I thought Blue Tongue was something that my neighbour's cat got when it accidentally ate rat-poison," one MP suggested last night. Westmonster felt it safer not to enquire further.