And the winner is ...
So, where's the beef? I love elections. It's politics in the raw. There's an excitement - an air of anticipation. But where is this election? Where are the canvassers, the posters in the window, the leaflets through the drawer?
True, if you ranked the most marginal constituencies, mine probably wouldn't be in the top 500. But I still expect a bit of action.
There's was just a smidgeon the other day when an elderly guy carrying a wad of leaflets got on my Northern Line carriage, shouted a few indistinct (I don't think flattering) words about Gordon Brown, canvassed one bemused commuter ... and then gave up. I never even discovered his party allegiance.
This evening, there was a bevy of canvassers outside the tube station handing out leaflets. Or so I thought. I've posted one here - it's to promote a local gym. Never mind 'Forget the Politics', for most people it's 'Forget the Election'. I feel a little cheated.
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