The elections that will tell us nothing
Last week I was in London when I had a call. Having attended a few local Conservative Party meetings in my home base of South Herefordshire, and muttered about how 'things could be done a lot better', and being under 75, they had decided I was perfect to put up in some ward somewhere I had never heard of.
I was a) not too flattered, as they rather honestly admitted you simply needed a pulse to get in, b) not too flattered, because they had left it until two days before the cut-off to putting one's name down and hence I rather suspected I was not the first choice (and wasn't in county), c) not very interested as I was only keen on making a difference in my own patch, and d) not too interested because, while anything but New Labour is my main motivation, anything else is looking about as equally attractive based on what they stand for, how genuine they are in the way they are trying to represent us, and almost precisely as competent as the alternative.
'None of the above' is not my optimal direction to vote, but having been forced to this choice, a quarter of a voting population is no way to claim a mandate. Though there will be those who try and so claim it... again.
There are going to be no winners in this.
So as a passive victim, I just hope I can sell my story for a six figure sum and bail before it's too late. Now, who handled the crow-eating surrender marines' stories?
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