cupid_stunt
Chief seagull hater & farmerbarleymow's nemesis.
Well, that's fucking helpful, not, it tells me to phone the council to find my local polling station, whereas it's listed on their bloody website.
It's not my fault. I wouldn't normally say this but it clearly my wife's fault She gorn and tidied it off the kitchen dresser where I placed it when it hit the mat. Polling cards have always sat on the dresser until it's time to vote, well they did before she moved in. Bloody remainersDon't tell him that #FFS
I need my card to find out which code I've got and that will advise me on which of the 4 stations I can go to. It's supposed to be easy .In your local polling station.
Most are the usual places, if in doubt, check your local council website.
Aye mine's different for this. Mine's in a house of BodBizarrely not. My euro vote station is in a totally different place to where I normally vote. In fact it is half a mile in the opposite direction.
BUT, it's next to a great brewery
It's not my fault. I wouldn't normally say this but it clearly my wife's fault She gorn and tidied it off the kitchen dresser where I placed it when it hit the mat. Polling cards have always sat on the dresser until it's time to vote, well they did before she moved in. Bloody remainers
I need my card to find out which code I've got and that will advise me on which of the 4 stations I can go to. It's supposed to be easy .
Anyway she's just come home to advise me that the polling card is on the fridge under a magnet where she has always kept her polling card until it's time to vote. So now my polling card has a new place to hang out regardless of my feelings about this.
I'm predicting a sit down after we walk down and vote together. Words will be had.
Last time it was in Morrisons car park so I did the weekly shop after voting.4 stations Blimey. I live in a hugely populated area and I have a choice of one.
There may be others but they could be a mile or two away
Anyway she's just come home to advise me that the polling card is on the fridge under a magnet ...
I'm on a fucking diet I spend every minute of every day trying to stay away from the fridge Maybe she was testing meIt's on the fridge, and you hadn't noticed?
Do you never go to the fridge to get something out?
I drive a Skoda and can't find my polling card
Nah it was defo in the car parkON, not IN
I've got 4-wheel drive for Tommy Robinson voters.....I'll walk really though.I drive a Fiat. I walked to the polling station.
I drive a Fiat. I walked to the polling station.
I drive a Fiat. I walked to the polling station.
TBF, if I had a Fiat, I would walk everywhere.
I drive a VW . I posted my vote.I drive a Fiat. I walked to the polling station.
I drive a VW . I posted my vote.
I don't have to worry where the polling station is.I drive a Fiat. I walked to the polling station.
To be fair most Fiat drivers have to walk everywhere
If you listen carefully you can actually hear them rust....
I don't have to worry where the polling station is.
I told Mrs Spy that the EU elections were a waste of time and that I was going to vote UKIP for a laugh and she's locked me in the flat.
Seriously. You have to use a key on both sides of our front door and she's gone out, locked the door, and taken the keys. I could go down the fire escape but I'd have to leave the fire escape door open and she knows I won't do that.
At least you can have full uninterrupted use of the bathroom mateI don't have to worry where the polling station is.
I told Mrs Spy that the EU elections were a waste of time and that I was going to vote UKIP for a laugh and she's locked me in the flat.
Seriously. You have to use a key on both sides of our front door and she's gone out, locked the door, and taken the keys. I could go down the fire escape but I'd have to leave the fire escape door open and she knows I won't do that.
I don't have to worry where the polling station is.
I told Mrs Spy that the EU elections were a waste of time and that I was going to vote UKIP for a laugh and she's locked me in the flat.
Seriously. You have to use a key on both sides of our front door and she's gone out, locked the door, and taken the keys. I could go down the fire escape but I'd have to leave the fire escape door open and she knows I won't do that.
Tiny team doing it as voluntary work for the whole country with only 6 weeks notice of the election. They’ve covered as much as they can all being told. Plus although they don’t have up to date details for all councils for the ones they do it’s often more quick to update than council websites e.g a polling station in Kingston had to be moved earlier due to a finding of WW2 ordinance. They had it up quicker than the council. Not perfect but it’s ultimately volunteers trying to maintain the only national database for this. Not everyone necessarily knows which council website they should look at.Well, that's fucking helpful, not, it tells me to phone the council to find my local polling station, whereas it's listed on their bloody website.
Not everyone necessarily knows which council website they should look at.
They should clearly consult their fridge
Mrs Spy for PMI don't have to worry where the polling station is.
I told Mrs Spy that the EU elections were a waste of time and that I was going to vote UKIP for a laugh and she's locked me in the flat.
Seriously. You have to use a key on both sides of our front door and she's gone out, locked the door, and taken the keys. I could go down the fire escape but I'd have to leave the fire escape door open and she knows I won't do that.
I share your pain. My normal polling station is pretty much on the way home. Get off the bus wander into the polling station 10 min walk home. This vote clashes with GCSEs so I have to get off the bus half way back vote then get back on the bus to get home. FURIOUS.I'm furious. FURIOUS I tell you!!! My local polling station has moved
It used to be about 50 yards from my front door now it's almost 200 metres.
I don't know which to be more FURIOUS about. That walking there will take me a couple of minutes longer or that the distance is now measured in those new fangled forrin metres...