Into the automobile and off to the polling station we went, tra-la. 'twas a sunny day, and we sang our hearts out. Ok, we didn't, We listened to Keane. I like Keane, and probably would have voted for them if they'd been standing. Alas-Alack.
The only parties available for my pencilled cross were:
• Labour - no thank you very much. Ten and a bit years is quite enough.
• Conservative - so close to labour as makes no difference, and we don't know what Cameron's been up to as a child 'cause he won't tell us. Poo. In exchange for my vote I want all the salacious goss. Finally (drum roll, I thank you) The
• Liberal Democrats. The party that 'might', if they got the chance, work. They won't get the chance.
No Green party candidate. WTF? The planet's in ruins and they can't be bothered to stand. Dimwits.
No Respect candidate - just as well.
No monster raving luny party. Damn. I should have stood.
And who did I vote for? That's between me and my muse.
On the local council front there were six names, and we could vote for five of them. Huh? This I don't understand. What is the point? Also there was no indication of what their policies were. I voted based on names I liked. Good huh? Stupidity. But then: that's voting Jim, but not as we know it.