Disenfranchised by the Birmingham Elections officials last Thursday, Jackie and I were left to participate with Ladbrokes. I would’ve voted Lib Dem, personally, but felt confident I could predict Labour, Con, and Brexit Party results. Fortunately (that fortune being £46 including my original £15 stake), I was right. I think I’ve found my gambling niche.
I haven’t missed an election I was first eligible to vote (Summer 1980) ever in my entire life. That unbroken streak dating to the Georgia Primaries in 1980 came to an end with the EU Parliamentary Elections, today. We applied for our postal ballots in good time some arrived for previous occupants but ours were only sent out on the day we left for a long trip — I/we have been disenfranchised by the Birmingham Elections board.
Some of the best incidents so far in this current election predate the whole Brexit fiasco. Top among these is the “Fuck off back to Toad Hall” chant at Nigel Farage’s rally five years ago; in this, some boys with no political agenda (but probably copious quantities of industrial cider) broke up the speaker’s event in a frankly endearing and simple way…he was prepared for hecklers to attack him for his policies and personality but not mindlessly about his appearance. Grand.
I had planned to vote strategically to ensure a second referendum NOT because I support the EU — which I pointedly do not — but because I sick of the way democracy itself seems to have been perverted such that the vote was a good thing and now that it is over and only 3 years ago nothing could possibly have changed and a marginal majority has spoken once and for all so get over it. Yes, we are pro-democracy in theory, but that is SOOOOOOOOO 2016, grandpa.
And, of course I’ve got money riding on this. Ladbrokes will always respect your ballot.
I really think these guys should have saved their money on printing and postage:
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 