Election Fever.

Blog posts like buses - you wait ages for one, then two come along at once.

In case you were wondering I did vote this morning. Yes, I think I've got this politics nailed. I was allowed to pick three on the local election sheet and one on the parliamentary sheet. I voted for two girls and two boys just to be fair. Two of my choices had Asian names because I figured they'd be most popular in my area. I did pick by party first, then ethnicity. I feel like I've done my bit for equality as well as democracy.

I'd even done my homework and looked up the local choices before I went too. I established that we had an indepent chap who specialises in conspiracy theories and is a proper anti war nut (not that I'm condoning war.) I didn't vote for him, but his name was Paul Warburton if you want to check him out and find out why.

Oh yeah, I really got involved!

On my way out of the polling station, I met a ginger tom cat on his way into the polling station. I gave him a little stroke and said 'Hello fella, are you here to vote?' Then I started chanting on his behalf. "Votes for Cats!" "Votes for Cats!" The assembled gents in rosettes looked none too impressed. Just as well I didn't do that on the way in or I may have got myself excluded from the vote on the grounds I wasn't of sound mind.

Then I noticed the cat was a bit scabby and I've felt quite unclean and a little bit queezy ever since. I think perhaps I'm coming down with something. Or is it just election fever?

I hope all mine win. I love it. It is like a night out at the dogs.