It would have been difficult to miss the widespread coverage of the symbolic hand-over of power between Tony Blair and Gordon Brown this week, but that I did. Not through ignorance, you understand, but sheer business. I was at a job interview (which you'll hear about as and when things progress, over the next 9-12 months), then travelling with my mother, and generally being constructive.

I did discover, therefore, that if you are a busy, hard-working member of society, you don't realy notice which personalities occupy the seats of power so long as you have food on your plate, a roof over your head, and the trains run on time (mine didn't). After all, Tim Henman is still out of Wimbledon, England are still rubbish at cricket, and it's still raining. Plus ça change, Gordon, plus ça change.

Nevertheless, it has been pointed out that six of the new Cabinet (Ed and David Miliband, Ed Balls, Ruth Kelly, Jacqui Smith and James Purnell) read PPE at Oxford. Those of us in the Dayorama Village - it's like the Westminster Village, but better - stifled a giggle at that because I read PPE at Oxford. I expect my job offer got lost in the post...

Much like my father's, really. The few hardy souls who've read my Dayorama biography - yes we have those: click here - will have read Ollie's rather cryptic message about there being a Lord in the family. It is true; my father is a working peer, though he prefers to be known as 'a Peer of the Realm.' His take on the new PM is this:

"I have not yet received a job offer from Gordon. Maybe he has lost my number.
Different PM: still ignored.
love,
Sulking Dad"

Well, exactly.