Anyone (if there is anyone) who reads my blog regularly will know that my blog is a personal journal and that I'm not a crusader or a political animal. There are things I feel very strongly about, I campaign for the NSPCC and I am an advocate of children's rights - but they are in another part of my life. But I'm about to be a little political and use bad language, so if you are of a sensitive disposition please .... move on.
I am so fed with this poxy general election - like you would not believe. I hate politicians and I hate their campaigners even more. Why does the fact that I can and do vote mean that some knob can knock on my door and question me? Why do they even have the right to ask me what I voted last time and what I'll vote this time? That is totally between me, my conscience and the ballot box. And this happens not just once but 3 times! Then these campaigners have the audacity to look miffed cos I won't tell them.....bollocks! I know things like this effect the statistics and the opinion polls - but I don't follow them anyway as I like to make a personal informed choice when I vote and not follow the flock. So I am now ruminating on a 101 ways to tell people like these to fuck off (politely of course). This is such personal stuff they might as well ask me how often I get down and dirty with hubby! I know it's a free country and they have the right to do this but they must also respect my right not to put posters in my windows and not to tell them anything other than to 'sod off'!'
Ok that's better - I just needed to have a little rant....normal service will resume shortly.