It used to be the first thing I did every morning after making breakfast. I'd call up my on-line Guardian and flick straight to Comment to find out what those clever folk in Lunnon were saying about smiley Mr Blair or grumpy Mr Brown.
I won't say I never do it any more, but the fun has gone out of it.
These characters bore me. It's like soap opera. The same stories keep coming round. The shark has been jumped.
And I begin to understand why 17 year olds, interviewed on the street, can't name the leader of the conservative party.
Politics used to be about ideology. That ended with the defeat of socialism. Now everyone's a little Englander and mildly racist and equally afraid of Rupert Murdoch.
The next election will be a contest between clones. It doesn't matter who wins because either way the product will be the same.
It's like All-Saints v the Spice Girls- only with ugly men in suits.