Here are some pics from yesterday.
|The voting centre was the community hall just a couple of streets over,|
close to the house we used to live in a few years ago. Here are mum (in red), bro
and dad (in blue) taking a stroll ... um... from the driveway of the old house that we parked in.
|Polling's meant to start at 8am. 7.40 and there's already quite a crowd.|
|Um. What are we all queuing up for?|
|My attempt at a panoramic shot of the crowd. Arf.|
|In line to cast my vote and make a difference!! Who's Terry Fox?|
|Not too far now! Oi, girl in green, whatchu diggin' about for?|
|And I've done it!! They've painted my finger with supposed indelible ink,|
which is meant to stay on for up to four days to prove you've already voted.
|Mom and Dad are proud of their inky fingers too!!|
|Here's another view. All in the spirit of free and fair elections, right??|
|Well, NOT SURPRISINGLY, that was a load of hogwash. Ink came off within a few hours.|
And the ink, my dear friends, is one example - and the epitome - of what's wrong
with democracy in this land of cows, cow farms and cow brains. The end.