Did the right (or left) thing today by exercising my right to vote in the UK general election. For the first time in 3 elections I had to queue to get in to the polling station. I was the youngest punter there (I'm 21) and felt unnerved by all the grey Tory hairs around me. Perhaps I shouldn't have worn my 'F*** Thatcher!' t-shirt. When I got to the booth I suddenly felt a little light-headed. How wonderful that nice Mr Blair had deigned to allow me to draw two lines with a pencil to demonstrate either my total support for him or my total support for someone else. And if I vote for the eventual loser in my constituency he can ignore me anyway - my vote won't matter! I'll be unrepresented until next time, at least. If I recall, we were supposed to have been given some kind of proportional representation by now, but Mr Blair was too busy fighting wars to get round to it. Maybe next time! Oh, hang on. Is Mr Blair staying the full term or going early. Damn. I wish they'd let us know important things like that.

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