One thing I did notice this election, that was 'weird' (see previous post and our friends at The Economist) was the ballot box.
Yes. The actual ballot box. My polling station had a plastic / fabric, zip up affair. What was all that about?
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Answer: You didn't go to a polling station, you barged into an old lady's living room, placed your shaky cross onto her vintage postcard from Great Yarmouth then stuffed it into one of her sofa cushions.
ReplyDeleteYou thoughtfully gave her your polling card on the way in though so she knows who you are and the police will be around soon. She also used your polling card at the real polling station to vote Tory.