Taking the ash out of Washington

I got on a plane. I went to Washington. I spoke to some IMPORTANT people about brollies. I had my picture taken outside the White House. Again. I met up with chums from Oxford, naturally. I came home. I blogged. I made it seem far more meaningful then it was. I mistook rhetoric and good ideas in theory that will never be implemented and chatting about stuff that sounds groundbreaking with other people who in the end have more interest in maintaining status quo and hoping to achieve power of some sort with meaningfully making life better for umbrellas. The world. I had my cake. I ate it

I did what I could, what was expected, what I do.

Clegg - don't bugger this up.