Were you still up for Lucas?

The (first?) 2010 general election was a serious matter, but it was also great fun. For the first time since 1997 I've found myself excited about voting. While I was registered in South Derbyshire (Conservative gain from Labour), I've been closely following the Brighton Pavilion race and hoping to see the election of the first Green MP.

I started last night at a birthday party in Leicester. Things were winding down at three thirty so I headed across a quiet city to the bus station. I phoned Glue Gun 91's party head-quarters for news (they had a 6am license at the Victory). No updates on the Brighton counts, but it sounded like a successful event.

The bus journey was slow and dull. The book I had was irritating me so I snoozed, occasionally vibrated awake by texts from Mr. Pashley with the latest results.

Just after dawn I reached East Midlands Airport. I found the pre-paid taxi booth where I was amazed to be quoted £13 for the 4 mile journey (£4 for the first mile, and £1.80 a mile after that, apparently). I've definitely changed since my recent holiday. I found a taxi and haggled over the price. It was still expensive, but I had enough of a reduction to salve my ego. All those early morning negotiations with auto-rickshaw drivers have come in useful!

Back in my rural hideout I followed the election with digital radio and my dodgy GPRS connection. I applauded the empty room when I heard Caroline Lucas give her acceptance speech. It's been a long and often contentious campaign, but I think the results will be remembered long after the petty smears are forgotten. (What do you expect from a candidate who can't even throw a birthday party for a horse?) Too excited to go to bed, I hiked to the next village to watch events on my parents' TV. I stayed up until the BBC called a Hung Parliament then crawled off to sleep in their spare room.

The next few days look like being confusing, fascinating and exciting. I'm looking forward to seeing what changes a Green MP makes. And I'm actually looking forward to another election. I think I want to be more involved in this one.

2 thoughts on “Were you still up for Lucas?”

  1. Oh, how I wish I could find that ANdre Spooner genius-ism… What a night – I just hope we’re not about to move to Cameron Land.

  2. Mr Spooner’s finest hour was in response to this article, ‘Fears over mass demo in Brighton’:
    http://www.theargus.co.uk/news/4822328.Fears_over_mass_demo_in_Brighton/
    It’s from December 29th 2009 – has this been going on that long?
    “Charlotte Vere, it is good to see you again! Do you remember when you organised a birthday party for my horse? He was so excited, he was leaping about for days beforehand at the prospect of his special day. I had promised him a parade of clowns and Charlotte did me proud, arranging for ten of the little white-faced devils to march around the stables, in order to bring glee to the day of my mighty horse.
    Alas, as the morning broke, what should happen but a complete absense of clowns! Not a single harlequin was tapping oversized feet, and great salty tears fell from the eyes of my poor mighty horse. “Charlotte!” I exclaimed “Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns!”
    It was then that you spoke. In a deep rumbling voice you intoned that the cost of the clowns far exceeded the need for happiness of my mighty horse. I own a business in the leisure sector and was very keen to chip in, in a friendly Lord Ashcroft manner, but you would hear none of it. Instead you presented my dear horse with a paper plate containing a mound of jelly. This, Ms Vere, was supposed to suffice for the parade of clowns that had been promised.
    For shame! If you cannot even organise a birthday party for a horse, how could you possibly be the MP for Brighton Pavilion. Next year I shall be asking Nancy Platts to organise the party. My horse has demanded ten dwarves with trays of champagne on their heads. I am sure this can take place. Caroline Lucas is busy, apparently.”

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