There was a time when I'd get very excited at the prospect of a General Election; the trading of Big Ideas, our one real chance to change the course and currency of the national debate.
But this time, it feels a bit like I've been gang raped by three bikers, then asked which of them gets to be my boyfriend.
And I won’t even get a tattoo in return for voting.
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Ahhh, the lesser of so many evils. That age-old conundrum. I usually go with 'when no obvious choice exists, make an unobvious choice', but frankly I'm getting bored of spoiling my ballot paper...
Sigh...
We need Great Aunt Henrietta to run.
God no! I'd have to stop getting my moat cleaned.
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