At-fucking-last! The campaigning in the most negative election in British electoral history is over and with a bit of luck after today we’ll get some peace for four and a half years before the useless bastards start it all off again for another 6 months.
On the other hand, we might get lucky and they’ll have the sense to dump fixed term parliaments. But then again it might all go tits up and we can do it all again in October!
Whatever happens, get out an vote. If you don’t vote then don’t bother whinging on about what you end up with. If you think they’re all twats, then at least get off your fat arse and write ‘No suitable candidate’ across the ballot paper then you’ve earned the right to moan afterwards. Make some effort for Chrisake!!
Now comes the really big decision : sit up all night supping Special Brew while it all unfolds or just think ‘Fuck it!’ and bugger off to bed?
And if I do watch it, will it be Dimblebore on the Beeb or Ali Stewpot on ITV. It won’t be Sky because spending the night with Adam Boulton is a prospect just to dreadful to contemplate. And how will Peter Snow’s swingometer cope with seven parties??? It’s all just so exciting!
Gawd help us!…