What the hell are you doing sitting there reading this? Go and vote, for goodness sake. Go. Now. Right now. Put that cup of tea down, tie up that dressing gown and get yourself to the polling station posthaste. People didn't die in wars to defend your right to sit on your arse reading my blog (though there's still time).
If you're in London, do the right thing, for crying out loud. As a good, impartial journalist, I'm not going to tell you who I think you should vote for, but use your X wisely, for all our sakes! Before you cross the box on the pink Mayoral Candidate sheet, just pause and think.
My blog last week will give you some hint as to what I think the right thing for London would be (or certainly what the wrong thing would be), but don't listen to me - The Observer makes a very interesting case, as does Charlie Brooker, albeit it with more vitriol and much less (if any) balance.
Vote, vote, vote, vote. If you don't, you'll have no right to moan about buses, tubes, schools, crime, anything - because you couldn't be bothered to have your say. The country is in turmoil at the moment: the government is faltering at every turn, the opposition are just grinning smugly and providing absolutely no viable alternative, and the extremist factions clamour ever-louder in the wings. Rarely has Britain been so in need of a big electoral turn-out to get itself back on track, and rarely has the people's opinion mattered so much faced with a Parliament so devoid of ideas on all sides. Now is not the time for apathy.
If you're in London, do the right thing, for crying out loud. As a good, impartial journalist, I'm not going to tell you who I think you should vote for, but use your X wisely, for all our sakes! Before you cross the box on the pink Mayoral Candidate sheet, just pause and think.
My blog last week will give you some hint as to what I think the right thing for London would be (or certainly what the wrong thing would be), but don't listen to me - The Observer makes a very interesting case, as does Charlie Brooker, albeit it with more vitriol and much less (if any) balance.
Vote, vote, vote, vote. If you don't, you'll have no right to moan about buses, tubes, schools, crime, anything - because you couldn't be bothered to have your say. The country is in turmoil at the moment: the government is faltering at every turn, the opposition are just grinning smugly and providing absolutely no viable alternative, and the extremist factions clamour ever-louder in the wings. Rarely has Britain been so in need of a big electoral turn-out to get itself back on track, and rarely has the people's opinion mattered so much faced with a Parliament so devoid of ideas on all sides. Now is not the time for apathy.
Use your vote to show faith in the government's ability to turn things round. Use it to protest at their mistakes. Use it to support the local candidate who will make the biggest difference to your life. Use it to fight climate change or improve schools.
Excuse me proselytising (I don't do it often, honest), but exercising your democratic right to vote is about as sacred a privilege as you can have - don't waste it, whoever you choose to vote for.
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