I've been feeling increasingly miserable as the day has worn on and the prospects of John McDonnell making it onto the ballot paper receded further and further away. And having sat down at the computer several times to blog something about it, I've struggled to think of how to express how much I've been mourning the loss of what the campaign could have been like.

But then I thought, screw that.

I'm not going to be sad, I'm going to be bloody angry. Right here is the relaunch for the Campaign For Labour Party Democracy and the Labour Representation Committee rolled into one. We have been disenfranchised in the determination of who the leader of our Party will be. What clearer example could there be of the need for a revolution in working class representation?

The real pity of it is that we will almost certainly now have to deal with the consequences of a Tory victory at the next election, so as well as the fight to win genuine working class representation, we'll also have to be battling against a Cameron led attack on our rights. And if you think it can't get any worse - just wait and see....

As for the deputy campaign - a bunch of careerists squabbling over a nothing job for the chance to be the closest toadying lickspittle to Gordon Brown? I really don't care.

UPDATE: All that fighting talk hasn't worked. I'm still miserable. Bugger.