Moments after Julia Gillard’s downfall was announced I took a call from Jason Morrison, live on Radio 2UE. Virtually levitating with glee, the phone in one hand and a flute of ice-cold Moët in the other, I relayed ‘wild scenes of jubilation in this household — we’re practically dancing on the tables!’ Later, as we watched Gillard’s concession speech over cheese and an exceptional Pinot Noir, my fiancé Peter raised his glass and said: ‘Darling, I am so pleased for you and all your weirdo mates, congratulations! But you’ve done enough.