God only knows.
Although they have made some of the right noises – signing up for Gingerbread’s ‘Let’s Lose the Labels’ campaign for instance – I’m not convinced. The married couples’ tax allowance for example – I know, I know, it’s about ‘the message not the money’, but seriously, that’s WORSE. What kind of message are they trying to give exactly? Basically ‘we like married people more, so there.’
As the votes roll in I can’t help but feel a growing sense of dread. I have spent pretty much all of my adult life under a Labour government and quite frankly I’m scared. I’m all for ‘change’ – only last week I rearranged all the furniture in my kitchen – I’m just not mad keen on the kind of change that disempowers women and discriminates against the already marginalised sections of society. Call me old-fashioned, but there you go.
As much as Cameron would like us to believe he is a thoroughly modern man, we all know where his priorities lie. How long then before the blue team round me up, along with all the other single-parent-benefit-scrounging-scum to be flogged in the street and made to think about what we’ve done?
My vote is now cast at least, along with that of several of my friends who, after my lectures on electoral reform and the suffragettes, wouldn’t dare abstain. My friend Nicky text me this morning: “I’ve been to vote! But mainly only cos I’m scared of you. x” Well that’s as good a reason as any in my book.
I dressed politically for my trip to the polling station in my yellow t-shirt and yellow cardigan. I don’t own a pair a yellow trousers – probably wise – so I was relying, not for the first time, on my breasts doing the talking.
(I feel I should point out here that my political leanings are based on a proper interest in politics, not just defined by what happens to be on top of the clean washing pile, or by my penchant for Lib Dem politicians.)
And now it’s wait and see time. I’m looking forward to seeing the much talked about ITV and BBC swingometers in action, although I don’t hold out much hope for my lasting the night. This may be one of the most exciting elections in decades, but I’d go as far as to make one prediction at least – that I will fall asleep on the sofa about five minutes before the first result comes in. And I don’t need a fancy swingometer to tell me that.