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    <title>Westminster &apos;05</title>
    <summary> ...as the kids seem to be calling it these days. [shrug] Beats me. Anyway, yes, there&apos;s some sort of...</summary>
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...as the kids seem to be calling it these days. [shrug] Beats me. Anyway, yes, there's some sort of election going on tomorrow, thus far unremarked on this site. Which is odd, since not only do I get to meet some delightful old ladies at the local primary school, I can marvel at the joys of barely-post-war typography too. The machinery of democracy is a marvelous thing, and it's fueled by obsolete lithography and milky tea. This sort of thing pleases me greatly, hence my surprise at not having mentioned it until now.
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Also because tomorrow, I shall get to look the faceless bureaucracy straight in the eye. For not only do I get to grasp the stubby pencil and mark a box on a scrap of flimsy paper, but I'll get to see lots of other marks on paper too. I'm going to the count in Glasgow.
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Old chum Martin is, as it turns out, the <a href="http://www.scottishgreens.org.uk/site/id/1/title/Home.html">Scottish Green Party</a>'s candidate for <a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/hoc/constituency/0,9338,-966,00.html">Glasgow North</a>. It's all official and <a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/person/0,9290,-9554,00.html">in the Guardian</a> and everything. He's roped me into helping out at the count, which so far as I can tell involves wandering around with a clipboard whilst nodding sagely and muttering 'Ah yes, a pile of paper' rather a lot. Or something like that. I'm not quite sure how that gets spun out until two in the morning, but doubtless I'll find out.
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My excitement is tempered only by the realisation that both <a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/hoc/constituency/0,9338,-966,00.html">the constituency Martin's contesting</a>, and <a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/hoc/constituency/0,,-960,00.html">the one in which I vote</a>, are absurdly safe Labour seats. Heigh-ho. Still, here's hoping it turns out better than <a href="http://www.quernstone.com/archives/000161.html">the last time I was called to exercise my democratic right</a>, which was frankly something of a farce.
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