I've had a really serious surreal afternoon, I walked down to the polling station about 2.30pm. to the left was for posh people from the south of village, long queue, the right was for us plebs from the north of the village, I was straight in & out.
Apparently overall they were well busy compared to normal for a GE, outside was two tellers, one each from Labour & the Tories, I had a friendly chat, congratulated Labour on their local campaign, took the piss out of the Tory guy, but made him laugh when I said I was concerned about the Reform vote, and I could never forgive them for enabling the crazy frog-faced guy.
Popped into the village micro-pub for a couple of pints, that place is bloody dangerous, started to talking to a few people I've met in there before, another couple joined us, she spotted my Radio Caroline T-shirt and started singing their jingles from the 60s, long chat, turned out she's sadly dying from cancer, but thanked me for bringing back great memories from her youth.
I am now four pints in, and somehow got talking to a Parish Councilor about the rave scene of the 80s, and comparing notes on what drugs we did back then.
Six pints in, time to leave, decided to pop into the village chip shop for the seniors fish & chips, proper bargain at £5.50, waiting for that to be cooked, another guy sat next to me, yawning his head off, I joking said, sorry, but are we keeping you awake?
He replied he was knackered after a long weekend away, and asked if I had ever heard of Glastonbury Festival, do'h!
So , another long conversation, got back home about an hour ago.
#villagelife.