OK, I hold my hands up on this one, I didn’t manage to read both the Green Party and Labour Party manifestos before Thursday. I had unexpected overtime at work on Tuesday because we were short staffed, which cut my reading time significantly.
Next time, I’ll start reading earlier. As it is, I have had a look at the Labour manifesto since Friday and I probably still would have voted Green even if I had read it in time, so my conscience is clear on that one. As expected, Labour kept my seat (with an increased majority) and the council seat as well, so my voting Green made not a jot of difference. It just made me feel better. I have, since then, also signed a petition on Change.org that is campaigning to change the UK voting system. Which, again, may well not make any difference but makes me feel better.
I’d like proportional representation, the voting age to be lowered to sixteen, and I’d also like voting to be compulsory as it is in Belgium. Albeit with the caveat that there should be an option on the ballot paper for ‘None of the above’.
Similarly, I would support the idea discussed in the Economist in February for rearranged seating in Westminster to represent a political climate no longer dominated by two, or even three, parties. The house of commons is falling down, is full of rats (insert joke of choice here) and is going to have to be refurbished sooner rather than later. Why not do away with seats for the government and seats for the opposition and have a horseshoe arrangement as in the Scottish parliament? That would help discourage the current public school debating society culture of Prime Ministers Question Time and encourage cross party working which, in the current parliament, may well be an unavoidable option. Even if it’s not, anything that encourages MP’s to behave better and less like dicks is a good thing I reckon.
In terms of how Friday unfolded for me, I see now that it was a deeply upsetting day for all sorts of reasons (many of them not election related) and the regular updates received via work colleagues and the internet wove in and out of the events at work (which I’m not going to write about here) as a sort of melancholy ribbon amongst the general stress, exasperation and despair of the day at large.
Let’s start with breakfast: Normally I read either the Economist or Private Eye over breakfast, but as it was the day after the election I put the Today programme on instead to hear the worst. Not all the results were in at the time (this was just after 7am) and the Tories hadn’t got a majority at that point, but were certain to form the next government. As it was, I turned off just after Caroline Lucas had won Brighton Pavillion with an increased majority and Paddy Ashdown had been on predicting that the 2015-2020 Tory government would tear itself apart over Europe just as John Major’s administration of 1992-1997 had done. Which meant I left for work feeling, not exactly cheerful, but rather less depressed that I expected to.
I get in to work early on account of how the bus timetables work out, so I had time to look up the Stockport results on the council website before starting work and felt somewhat despairing to say the least: Both the Lib Dem seats went to the Tories, and the council results were still being counted at that point and weren’t declared until after dinner. When they were declared, an interesting picture of local vs national political allegiances revealed itself. Stockport was a Lib Dem council between 1997 and 2011, and the party should have overall control thanks to allegiances with Labour and the Independent Ratepayers. Pre 1997 it was a hung council for years, so maybe that partially explains it. Consequently, the Lib Dems didn’t do as badly in the council elections as they did in the general election, suggesting a mindset akin to ‘Trust them locally, don’t trust them nationally’. Not sure if the Lib Dems will think about this as they lick their wounds, but they should.
Throughout the morning, updates were passed back and forth as colleagues passed the desk I work on or I ventured into the communal admin area. A colleague arriving for work around 10 ish relayed Farage’s failure to win a seat, Milibands resignation was passed on by a colleague passing the desk, Clegg and Farage’s resignations came via the admin area again. All in all, we were talking about politics like mad on Friday at work, in amongst other more pressing dramas (of which there were many) and it was the same on the bus on the way home after more (pre-planned) overtime.
All in all, I cannot recall an election where the results and ramifications have been, verbally not virtually, so discussed, so dissected and disseminated by everyone I’ve encountered throughout the day, and it’s not slowing down. There is a lot of anger and despair out there, and people want to talk about it. The people who don’t seem to be talking are the people who voted Tory.