Well. The country has woken up to a major wet fart of an election result. Uncertainty, confusion and disappointment all round. Just about says it all really. It certainly reflects the political mood of the times. Thank god though that anger of the electorate did not manifest itself in a surge of support for the far right BNP party as suspected.
Gordon Brown now needs to leave the building. Immediately. Don’t expect to do any deals with the other two parties. That’s not going to happen.
So we have a hung parliament. Stocks have plummeted unsurprisingly. Gilts have risen. First thing to do therefore is drop the term “hung parliament”. Sounds ghastly. Ineffective. Morbid even.
“Hung, Drawn and Quartered Parliament”?
“Well Hung Parliament?”
Lets call it a “Coalition Government”. Much better.
Don’t we have a primitive voting system? I wandered up to our local school feeling the solemn weight of responsibility resting on my shoulders only to be greeted by a system so out of touch with the new modern world that it was like being in a bad sit com. Tiny huts and schools around the country were all doing the same thing – people wearing rosettes taking our polling numbers and manually writing them down and then sending us to somebody else wearing a rosette who cross referenced the number with the person next to them and they all seem to need to use rulers just to be sure. Then we are directed to little booths with pencils attached to strings and bits of paper that don’t fold properly into plastic boxes and because the whole thing is entirely ineffective some very angry people didn’t get to vote at all because the queues were too long by the end of the evening. It’s pathetic. We should be able to do better than that. One friend managed to cause total chaos by realising she had put a cross in the wrong place after posting her vote into the box – I can just imagine what mayhem that must have caused.
I was out last night in London. The city was all a buzz with excitement. We were a bunch of girls (yes I know, not really girls, but it’s my blog) out celebrating two birthdays – one a 50th and one a 41st. We had a lovely time. On the way to the restaurant I was stopped by some Japanese tourists by Waterloo bridge and asked to take a photo. “Are you going to an Erection party?” they asked me.
I wish.
