Barack Obama, President-Elect.

I have been trying for hours to put feelings into words and failing epically - a fact that distresses me greatly, and would distress me more were it not be for that, you know, that feeling, oh, what's the word... The opposite of that sinking, despairing, nebulous fear that was the end of the last American Election.

Oh yes: hope.

I grinned like a loon all morning. While I hate that turn of phrase, it's really the only appropriate description. I am one stranger short of being sectioned. In fairness: merriment of any form on a commuter train is enough to make you an oddity.

Went to Giraffe for lunch with the fabulous Greg and Heike where I had celebratory pancakes and a celebratory glass of fizzy champagne Diet Coke (work ruins everything).

I cannot imagine what the atmosphere is like in (Liberal And Therefore Fake) America right now. Even in London there's a vague sense of well-being and general satisfaction. Every time someone passes me with a newspaper it will prompt a smile; when others do the same it prompts a smile. Catching people returning these smiles, prompts a smile. It's all very British, very reserved, quiet approval.

No, in the UK we did not have a vote. It was not our election, which is why it's not self-satisfaction. It's a gentle pride, vindication if you will, because America; you did it.

And if I may add, without sounding unduly patronising? We knew you could.