Well that was a complete waste of time, and I do mean a lot of time.
I just had one of those really rare surreal moments that life throws at you sometimes when I went to vote.
I have not voted for 20 years, this time I decided to take it seriously and look into things, read all the manifiestos, talked at length with friends
and family, argued the toss here quite a bit too and finally made a decision that was a bit hard to come to terms with but dealt with it.
Earlier today I saw a news article about dogs at polling stations and sent the link to Mrsnonspecific as a joke. So we had to take the dog and take a
photo of him outside the polling station. I had to find out if you can take a dog into a polling station as it's a local primary school and apparently
I am registered to vote, got my polling card stashed away with MNS's. I have no formal Id and as a long time no voter was unsure if I needed it. Came
to root it out and theres one for MNS and mine is nowhere to be seen, a short heated conversation later and we leave with the bloody dog in tow for
his photo op.
It's a short walk less than 5 mins but MNS says we can get in the back route but we can't so after a quick grumble we head down another road to go and
On the way there we bumped into our next door neighbours on the way back, not that unusual given the locality but one of those "whats the chances
hahaha" moments that sometimes occur.
MNS want's to take a pic of the dog in front of the polling station to tweet as its "trending" before we go in but I want to do it afterwards as I
have decided to vote conservative and am wondering if I can go through with it, after a brief heated debate we walk into the polling station.
Here is where it all goes as mad as a sack full of drunken badgers.
It's not as busy as I expected and theres only half a dozen people in the line, we walk in(with the dog) and stand behind a lady who I would say was
of afro carribiean decent. The line moves swiftly forward and everyone had there polling card.
The little old lady on shift does her duty. We get to the lady in front and little old lady asks for her polling card to which she answers she does
not have it. Little old lady asks for her address and she gives our address!!.
At first I thought I had misheard and MNS gives me a curious look but little old lady also struggled to understand the accent and asks again. This
time it's definatley our address and when asked for her name she gives my landladys name.
At this point MNS who has never met our landlady says her name, no response. I mouth STFU and get a grimace for my troubles. MNS then gives the same
address and her name and goes off.
I'm a bit spun out by this point as I know the lady in front of us is not our landlady. Firstly because we know each other quite well and secondly
because she no longer lives in this country as she has returned home although I know she is still registered to vote as we had a polling card in the
I then give my name and address making sure that I get a good snoop at the list to confirm that the lady was indeed voting as someone else(she was)
only to discover that although I know I am on the electoral role my name is not on the list??
We were so spun out by the situation that we walked home without taking a picture of the dog.
MNS has ppped to the shops now and I imagine on her return will have remembered and I will have to go back to the polling station to take the
This means that today I will have gone to the polling station twice to end up not even voting for a party I did not really want to vote for anyway.
Edit. Oh and on the way back MNS mentioned that the landlady is a member of the labour party...
So I did not vote yet someone who does not even live in this country never mind this constituancy votes for a party I dislike in a marginal seat.
edit on 7/5/2015 by nonspecific because: (no reason given)