“I think the Conservatives are going to pinch it,” said Frank. He took a swig from his pint. “You’ve got to be joking! Those guys couldn’t organise the proverbial piss-up! UKIP’s going steal their vote and they’ll all disappear up their own backsides. Good night and good riddance to the lot of them,” said John. He stared into the bottom of his empty glass, anger in his eyes. “What do you reckon, Mo?” asked Frank. Mo was on his third Coca-Cola. “Pleased you asked, man. I think the Liberals will win with a big majority.” John’s eyes flashed at him. “Only kidding,” Mo conceded. “Cool down, man. You know we share the faith. Don’t worry; Labour will win.” The muscles in John’s neck relaxed. “And Michael: do you deign …