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It’s Johnson’s Lazy Falklands.
On polling day too. What a coincidence!
It was a 25 minute walk (all in) to go and vote this afternoon. As long as I live in this area (which might well be the rest of my life) I will be making the effort to go out and vote knowing that (unless I decide to back the Tories) my vote will make no difference. I will still do it, but it’s dispiriting and insane to be living under a system where so many people’s votes are not registered. I really hope that in a hundred years time people will look back at our archaic and unfair system like we look back at rotten boroughs now. Hopefully in a hundred years time something will have snapped and people will insist on a fairer and more democratic democracy. But maybe democracy will be a thing of the past.
Anyway I flushed my vote down the electoral toilet. My guess is that the turnout was so low that had all the non-Tories in the area come out to vote they might have been able to win. But apathy affects all inclinations.
I had a pretty energetic day, with an hour long dog walk first thing and my first personal training session in 18 months. I am properly determined to get fit and stay fit this time, as I have tea-bagged death and tasted the salty brine that will one day envelop me. And my personal trainer lives a minute away so I have no excuse. We took it relatively easy, because, you know, we didn’t want to break anything, but it felt good to have worked out for an hour. I was surprised how much strength I still retained. I didn’t even lift anything at all for more than a month after the op, so thought my muscles would have atrophied. I suspect I will feel it tomorrow. It gave me extra energy for most of the day but by evening time, with Twitch of Fun approaching, I flagged a little bit. Am hoping I will be able to wear my nice suit for the first live RHLSTP in two and a half weeks.
It felt like I was looking for news stories for TOF all day, but I didn’t seem to have much to talk about once it started. But I think this is how it has to be. I must be as surprised about what is coming as anyone. I didn’t expect to talk to one of the ladies from the switchboard (I didn’t even know people could phone in, to be honest) or to role play Mary Beard interviewing me about my ball, with Right Bollock taking on the role of the esteemed historian. The teetering on the precipice of madness is what it’s all about. Teeter, but don’t fall. Did somebody say teeter?
