I reckon that the only way you will get Gordon Brown out of No 10 will be with a crowbar and a pair of pliers.
I can imagine Gordo, with his arms wrapped around the bannister of the stairs screaming Nooooooo! as the electorate frantically pull on his legs towards the door.
Expect some breathtaking offers in the next few days and some blatant power plays from all corners but especially from the King.
We live in “interesting times”, in the worst Chinese interpretation of that phrase.
God Bless you, my fellow sour faced little