Should have mentioned it yesterday, six years from the event:
Right, just had my morning constitutional – back from the polling station and my fears were half-realised.
The same three ladies were there, I know them well and the supervisor and I get along well – I said the address and name and guess what – the girl could not find it.
At some stage, the question of poll card/ID came up and I showed them as much ID as they could stomach in one sitting, plus every poll card I’ve ever had.
They were stunned. I also showed them the half A4 sheet where all the details of the phone calls to the Electoral Office this week, plus Royal Mail were written down, dated, with names of those I’d spoken to.
RM was meant to get back to me in 72 hours, our post does not arrive for a few hours here now, so benefit of the doubt.
Supervisor started this ‘you don’t need poll card etc.’ and I groaned, said I’d just been saying that on the website – she knows the site [gulp], she lives around the corner from me too [double gulp] and I said that that was not the point.
The point was that someone has my poll card and could come along and try to be me today. Supervisor said she would watch out if anyone tried it, the girls nodded along, ‘We have ways of dealing with such people, but you’ll not hear about it.’
Then the girl said she may have used the wrong part of the address [meaning I’d told her the wrong part in her eyes] and when I told her the other part, she found it immediately, paper given, over I went to the booth.
Then I turned and said, ‘Is it legal to say I haven’t a clue which of three?’
‘We can’t help you but you can stay there until 10 p.m.’
I really was in a quandary for the first time. I wanted to vote for UKIP, Tommy and Nigel, in no particular order. Anyway, I turned around and put the X, shoved it in the box and that was that. Feel rotten that I didn’t vote for the other two.
Very interesting conversation now ensued. The supervisor probed with what I thought was going to happen in this election. I assured them that I would mention no party name nor person in front of them but there seemed to be a mood in the UK that someone was going to get a right kicking today. Vigorous nods from all three – how was that, eh?
And here I am now, eating strawberries and cream.