"You can’t keep coming here Michael.” A small knock at the door had awoke Ed Miliband from his gentle slumber, and upon finding Michael Gove once again at his front door, he saw no other option but to let him in. The man seemed tiny in the dim half-light cast by the lamp in the street. He wasn’t quite shivering yet, but his arms were wrapped ( Read more... )

“So as I was saying…about the graduate tax…” Ed had been sat on Alan’s desk for some time, discussing policies with the older man whilst rapidly flicking his pen between his middle and forefinger, a habit he had adapted back in college and which seemed to always rear its head when he was talking about something he was passionate about. Only, this ( Read more... )

Peter felt incredibly pleased with himself. He had spent the best part of the day coming up with a plan and here it was in front of him in all its evil glory…on the screen of his small sleek blackberry, ready to be let off into the world. In fact, if he was perfectly honest with himself, he’d never felt this pleased in a very very long time, if not ( Read more... )

“You want children.” Andy’s voice rung in the darkness. It was a statement rather than a question and Ed had to breathe a sigh of relief. Andy had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to sleep and subsequently keeping Ed awake who was spooning him gently under the covers. The statement made Ed frown but at least Andy had finally spoken ( Read more... )