Today I am at the London Book Fair. And I'm glad. Because it means I won't have to think about an election campaign I am already bored with and don't really want to write about. Not because of the Cleggophilia or the apparent rise of the LibDems, but because I have got a dose of writer's block. Try as I might yesterday, I couldn't summon up an original thought in my head, and this morning's no better. Nothing has happened over the weekend of any consequence anyway, beyond more polls showing the LibDem bubble hasn't burst yet.
The only thought that really strikes me is this: if a political nut like me is bored with the election, what on earth are normal people feeling?