In what Adelaide believes is a unique experience…liveblogging the South Australian election (although Adelaide isn’t sure what liveblogging actually means).
ABC 891 is off to a shaky start. Hello? Yes, boys, it is the evening. Tim Noonan out at South Australia’s most marginal seat.
Adelaide makes a big call: either Vini or Nigel will win (remember you heard it here first).
And it’s still the eminently watchable Michael Smyth on the television (from what Adelaide can hear over the top of the Hungry Hippos – Adelaide asks, not for the first time, how can greatness be achieved?).
Adelaide is still disappointed that Antony Green can’t be with South Australia this evening. Apparently, things will be more interesting down there in Tasmania.
broadcast interrupted to stop children jumping on each other’s backs – Circus Oz had seemed like a good idea at the time
!!In a serious blunder never made on election night before, Adelaide realises she has already finished the last of the wine, leaving only (red) bubbles in the fridge.
Adelaide predicts: the liveblog will end in a mess. Adelaide has, at least, fed herself (and her family of course).
Anthony Green’s voice can be heard, but it is 6.23 and he has nothing useful to say.
Kerry O’Brien has arrived. Adelaide’s husband will be home soon. Two Chrises on the radio. Kevin Foley and Nick Minchin on the television – Adelaide is hard-pressed to pick the difference between the two. Adelaide searches for glasses, but nothing becomes any clearer. Dean Jeansch is there too.
First figures in. 1.1%
Enfield – Green vote strong. Slight swing to the Libs according to Chris Pyne.
Collinswood – 239 votes counted.
We are not at the business end of the evening, Adelaide reminds herself.
Dean Jeansch talks about the .1% counted in Stuart, and Gunn is looking good. Adelaide says: too early to call.
erm…Adelaide notes that hers is the lone female voice commenting on this election…and no one can hear hers. Adelaide struggles with the cork on the bubbles.
Chris Pyne’s scrutineer rings in. The Brighton booth (in Bright) has been won by Chloe Fox. A swing of 11% to the ALP. Chris Schacht has a note of urgency in his voice. Chris Pyne says it doesn’t sound good. CS says the ALP hasn’t won that booth for twenty years. Adelaide concedes that Possum Magic is a good book. The radio is interviewing Chloe Fox.
On the television, Dean Jeansch is telling Kerry why they haven’t got the results from the metropolitan results yet and they can’t comment on Bright. Adelaide wonders isn’t anyone in the television studio listening to the radio?
Still, the thing about television is that you can see Vini resplendent in pink, but we have no idea what Chloe Fox was wearing.
Adelaide calls it: Labour to win. It’s a Rann-slide.
Adelaide publishes to make it official.
Adelaide’s husband has returned. Hooray. With some effort, he gets the cork off the bottle. ‘You win the prize,’ Adelaide’s children yell.
Meanwhile on the television, they are talking about Chaffey. Someone needs to tell Foley how to pronounce that woman’s name. Given that she’s going to be in Cabinet.
Wonder what the ALP backbenchers think about her place in Cabinet, Nick Minchin asks (not unreasonably).
Of course, looks aren’t everything in a political commentator, but Adelaide believes that a man with a beard should also have a moustache (note: Adelaide is not wearing pearls).
Still no word on Unley, Adelaide notes, and what a pity that we don’t know anything about the Upper House.
Vini appears to be holding Norwood. Which is a pity, because if Nigel Smart won, Adelaide had intended to write ‘and who said an arts degree didn’t get you anywhere’.
Adelaide sets herself a task:
Describe the difference between Nick Minchin and Kevin Foley in 25 words or less. Kevin Foley goes for Power?
News on Unley. People will vote for Vini and not Michael Keenan? Adelaide shakes her head.
Adelaide receives notice that she has had stunning ebay win (mild compensation for having lost on a Trixie Belden auction earlier in the day).
Stunning revelation of the night:
Angus Redford what happened? Why did you lose?
Angus Redford: I didn’t get enough votes.
Matthew Abraham makes a Possum magic joke about an hour after Adelaide first made it. How ace is this blog? How cutting edge? How on the ball?
Adelaide can not keep up with the radio and the television, and wishes that she had wireless which worked.
Adelaide publishes the post. Is this how liveblogging works?
Congratulations to you-know-who and to her magic, magic team. And to people who might have stuffed envelopes for her in the past.
It’s all over, and there’s still half a bottle of red bubbles to go. The wise thing would be to leave them where they are.
Hartley is swinging, and Nick Minchin is looking glum.
This is objective coverage, so Adelaide makes no comment.
Leon Bignell has won with a slogan of ticketty-boo. South Australian politics at its best.
Adelaide teaches her child to sms.
Joan Hall has lost! Adelaide wonders whether she heard right.
Nick Minchin is looking even more glum. Chris Pyne is sounding glum.
Adelaide – who knows a thing or two about Stuart – isn’t sure how she feels about that being Lib retain. Should election night make your heart ache? Grief is a complex beast.
Oh. There’s Dominique Schwartz. A rather credible female voice. Perhaps more credible than Adelaide’s.
erm, that bloke who stood against Dorothy Kotz will be embarrassed about this interview when he hears it again.
I’m just some bloke who found a good electorate.
Do you have anything else to offer the electorate?
Well, we’ll see over the next four years…to be honest I never thought I’d win.
Adelaide predicts that fella is up for media and communications induction on Monday afternoon at the latest.
Adelaide’s husband asks for the remote.
Oh no! Jane Lomax-Smith has just said ‘we’ve sung from the same song sheet’. Adelaide bangs her head on her keyboard and then on her desk and then on her kitchen bench.
Nick Xenophon might get two up. That little map of SA in the middle of his forehead obviously worked (yes, Adelaide wishes she were liveblogging from Tassie right now). Adelaide had considered that little map of SA to be a little Hansonesque, but what would Adelaide know?
Adelaide’s mister still isn’t drinking the red bubbles. Adelaide shudders at the thought of Sunday but takes another sip all the same.
Adelaide listens to Kate Reynolds and remembers the night that Janine Haines was so jubilant. It was a while ago, but not that long…
Adelaide’s mister has just revealed the way he voted and Adelaide purrs.
Kero is about to concede.
He is not live from Crystal Brook which is a shame.
Kero has conceded.
The red bubbles are almost gone.
This is goodnight from Adelaide.