Yesterday, I decided to leave my computer and go blinking into the sunlight, to vote in The Election. First though, I needed to Google the location of my Polling Station – I haven’t voted since living here, so I had no idea where it was. I entered the name of the road into Google and glanced at the first link, which was a news story in the South Manchester Reporter, called Nun Is Victim Of Carjacking. Bloody hell, I felt like I was off to vote in a neighbourhood in “Grand Theft Auto”.
As it was, my voting went off very smoothly. I was lucky though, it seems. Other people across the country (even in nearby Fallowfield) were queueing for an hour or more to vote – some later ones being turned away because it was 10pm (which was the cut-off point for voting)! In some areas people were unable to vote, because their Polling Stations had run out of Ballot Papers… What a mess.
Now, after all the debating and the drama, we have been left with a Hung Parliament. Ugh. Let us see what unfolds. Sadly, I think the Liberal Democrats are set to side with the Conservatives, which means Labour have lost. Sort of. Brilliant political commentary there, by me.