As well as not doing much blogging or writing any new stories, my Twitter feed went a bit dead for the last couple of weeks, while I’ve been mopey about work prospects and whatnot. It perked up a bit today. Here’s what’s been inspiring me to brevity, mostly regarding the London mayoral election.
RT @sturdyAlex: Whether you decide to vote or not and, if you do, for whom you vote, make it a conscious decision.
Much better advice there than just “whoever you vote for, make sure you vote”.
Vote for Boris. Because how likely is Ken to toss on about wiff-waff at the Olympics? Come on, gay people, get on board.
NB “privilege”. RT @amolrajan: Hate all politicians? Can’t be arsed to vote? Shut up and grow up. People died to give you this privilege.
Just decide which power-hungry arsehole you hate least and tacitly accept their authority over you. That’s called being mature.
RT @41un: @writerJames @amolrajan No candidates here have policies. Isn’t it an abuse to increase the work of the counting officer with a random vote?
I drop half a carrot just by the bridge. After a flash of snuffly nose, it’s dragged out of sight underneath. Guinea pigs are adorable.
I may have got a bit bored with politics toward the end of the day.