My voting slip arrived for the upcoming council election.
It's tribal. There's no useful documentation about the candidates anywhere.
I looked up the one I was thinking of voting for. It gave a local address and I wanted to check that it was real and not an address of convenience. That's when I thought of the old punk song.
Pretty Vacant.
I decided to look around at another candidate from a different party. Nope. Nothing there either.
"There's no point in asking
You'll get no reply
Oh just remember no don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us
Out to lunch"
It can't really be like that.
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