Trouble with elections.
Soon we have to go out and vote for local councillors. It seems such a waste of time, marking a scrap of paper to let some idiot keep his pointless job, or to let another idiot take it from him. But, vote we must.
I think it would be far more entertaining if there was more at stake. If, say, the candidate with the least votes were tarred and feathered and subjected to public ridicule. That would be fun and it would give them all an incentive to actually convince people to vote for them. The council rejected my ideas out of hand again this year, which I thought a little unfair.
One of the candiates visited today. Scroat Pustule, of the Sackcloth and Ashes party. Mr. Pustule seemed ill at ease so I invited him in for a tour of the premises. The tour ended at the laboratory. Well, it ended there for Mr. Pustule, anyway.
I like visits from politicians. Nobody minds if they don't come back.
