The tears flowed in time for the seven o’clock news, a bizarre long march all the way from new parliament house to old was enacted by the motley crew who still carry his torch, and the national broadcaster was able to deliver into our living rooms its dream night of viewing: Jacinta on Gough, followed by Keating on Gough, followed by the fortuitously-timed Hawkie-making-lunch-with-Annabel-and-mentioning-Gough, then back to loads more Gough piled upon Gough ‘til we all toddled off to bed.