Categories: life-and-musings
Date: 29 April 2008 19:57:55
I suppose this post is useless without printing my full address, but here goes anyway:
Candidates from the BNP are not welcome at Rosamundi Towers. I would not vote for you if you marched me into the polling station with a gun to my head, and you were the only candidate on the paper for good measure. Do not darken my doorway again, or I shall be forced to go out and buy some frozen trout to brandish at you.*
The conversation went something like:
"Will you be voting for us on Thursday?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because your policies are abhorrent to the Gospel I hold dear, and I could not in good, bad or indifferent conscience vote for you. You're in my prayers." SLAM.
Why do I always get the nutters, borderline criminals and fringe candidates knocking on my door? Why do I never get visited by normal candidates?
*There is a long and slightly dull story behind this. The short version is I once answered the door with a frozen trout in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, to be greeted by the cheery visage of my local BNP candidate. He ran away, in fairly short order.