So - stupidly - I thought I would go to a Westminster institution, the Westminster Arms, for the debate to watch with hardcore politicos. There were some Top Tories and even more Top 'Kippers here. It was an error.
A busload of the Conservative nomenklatura had just come back from Twickenham, and the UKIP lot are basically part of the furniture at this pub. But it was a terrible venue.
People looking to read the runes; they kept to separate rounds. I am reading a lot into that. No UKIP-Tory deals here.
I mainly learned about how subtitles were terrible. It was rather noisy, and the telly was, scandalously, not fixed to a BBC channel.
Or to put it in subtitlese: "It war swarthy near sea. Anne the tell he wars can dolour sleigh not fix said two abe be sea channel."
So I apologise if my live analysis is below par. Most of what I could glean was from the reaction of the Tories to their chap: there was genuine interest and relief about the result, although - to be honest - they didn't worry too much.
All leading politicians can bat away these sort of questions from voters all day. The useful thought was that they aren't seriously worried by this sort of event. You don't get to be a senior politician, let alone a party leader, if you can't do this in your sleep.
In this particular pub, it became fairly unfollowable after the Cameron answers, to be honest. So apologies for that. When soliciting the view of my Tory companions, I suspect they may have succumbed to partisanship rather soon.
Or, as the subtitle-writers put it: part-ice ants chip.