don't know about us but I know about them / we will build Jerusalem

[raven]

Hey, you guys, I voted! I love voting: I mean, I love teeny-tiny polling stations staffed by genteel old ladies, I love how you walk in and everyone is so pleased to see you, I love how in every general election in my memory it's a cherry-blossom May, and full of promise. It's an illusion, maybe, but it's one I'm happy to buy into, for one day at least.

Politically speaking, I was doing fine until I read this: Welcome to Cameron Land - Johann Hari visits Hammersmith and Fulham, the council area which Cameron claims is the model in miniature for his potential government. It's depressing. (hat-tip: jacinthsong, foreverdirt.)

Still, we can but wait and see. I plan to stay up as long as I can.

edited to add this article on the BBC about what you can and can't do in a polling station is delightfully cheering. My favourite part:

"We wouldn't want people coming in with overt political clothing," says Mr Tonkin [Westminster's head of admin services]. However it is all about context. "There's a candidate standing in Westminster as a pirate. And if he comes in to vote in a pirate costume as is likely, we won't turn him away. The same goes for any supporters coming to vote as pirates."


Also, my exam results came out today and I got distinctions in everything. Yaaay. I was with a friend with similarly happy results, and we sat down on a bench in the rain looking out over Oxford, thinking happy thoughts, and she said, "Maybe this is a sign. Maybe this means the election will turn out well."

Then we looked at each other and laughed hysterically. I don't know, I don't know.

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Stevenage. (It was surprising! Electoral laws are strange.)