In only slightly less than the time it took England and France to settle the 100-Year War, the Conservatives and Liberal Democrats have reached an agreement and it seems that Britain will be going to bed tonight with a new Prime Minister.
Due to the pomp and tradition that surrounds anything to do with Parliament, the old leader has to go to the Queen and over a cream doughnut and a cup of tea, officially resign and name his successor. She accepts it and calls for the new guy who turns up and takes over the reins.
Interestingly, there is 60 mins between one going and one taking over when the nation is officially in a period of anarchy with nobody in charge.
Anarchists have a bad press because they are associated with the bottle throwing and bank window smashing hordes that descend on events like the G8 but any philosophy that has Lemmy and Johnny Rotten advocating it has to be worth a go.
The irony is that if Gordon Brown had handed in his resignation before the General Election, the Labour Party would have performed better and although they still may not have beaten the Conservatives, they would have gained enough seats to have reached the 326 needed with the Lib Dems but he didn't and now he is off for the last cuppa with Liz.
While he does, the Sex Pistols wish for Anarchy in the UK has come true, if only for an hour anyway.