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Electioneering

Unfairly labelled as the weak track on OK Computer, I rather liked it.

So I have refrained from commenting on the hullabaloo for the duration of the campaign, partially because I couldn't be arsed but mostly because, please, a blogger? Commenting about the election? Kind of declasse, non? But now that the jig is finally up I can breathe out and start with the usual flotsam again.

Some final thoughts, however:

It was entertaining to see the candidates addresses on the ballot, various streets and postcodes, mostly Skem and Liverpool addresses. The one who didn't have a house number? Because his house is massive? And on its own? Surrounded, I choose to believe, by a moat? Go on, guess. THEY HAVE NOT CHANGED, THEY WILL NOT CHANGE. In all seriousness, the day I see a Tory party candidate with a Digmoor address I'll be approx .5% more inclined to give a flying fuck about them.

Osborne. Osborne. Osborne. Look at his fucking face. Look at his shiny face. Tell me that's not evil in a jug.

Entertaining to see Brown whipping up a storm far, far too late, possibly should have ditched the PR guys a little earlier, Gord. Maybe even chucked the B-word around a bit more? No one ever thought you were cuddly, no-one cared, we quite liked angry Gordon, he seemed like a guy you could go for a pint with, ah well, too little, too late.

Anyone using the phrase "game-changer" is a cunt.

Caroline Lucas is kind of hot, this in no way detracts from her being a serious politician of course, just sayin'. See also, Caroline Flint.

lol Northern Ireland.

That is all. As you were.

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