Use your vote.
Stop the BNP.
Mini-rant over. Promise.
Have a sunny rest of Wednesday.
Update:
Sitting in the park across the road, eating chips and beans and chatting, we were approached by a nice looking, polite, young man, who was waving some green photocopied leaflets that bore the words "go green" on them. After a not-too-pressing question or three later, we worked out he was a Tory, to which he admitted once it became obvious we'd seen through his ruse... I told him I'd already voted by post, and I refused to tell him how since I was a believer in the magic words "secret ballot". S told him that she'd only vote blue when "hell froze over". After he'd sauntered off with his tale between his legs, we started coming up with other ways to end the conversation, some of the best of which are listed below:
stuffing him in a recycling bin
telling him we'd had a change of heart and thought that Dave that Chameleon was the saviour of modern Britain after all
praying for the release of his demons
pulling his pants down and running away
All very grown up... And now S thinks I'm a closet Tory, simply cos I won't tell her how I vote. You really can't win. I just wanted to eat me chips and beans.
