Keith (keith_london) wrote,

EU Referendum

I like going to the polling booth. It's the usual one, at a residential hall within a housing estate. When we got there, in the last hour of voting, I found, to my surprise, a long-ish queue. This is quite unusual in my experience of voting. There were evidently quite a number of young-ish people voting, which could be a worry for us Brexiters, as the conventional wisdom is that the oldies would vote leave, and the younger ones tend to vote remain. The younger ones tend not to bother voting, and if they do turn out in numbers, it is taken as a good sign for Remain. A nice young man in green shorts, showing bare muscular legs, was at the door to the hall, when we first joined the queue. The guy in pink shorts a few places in front of us, was a jovial chap, and seemed to be well-known and well-liked. His friends would pass by and they'd exchange friendly hellos and sometimes hugs. he laughed when one of his mates came out of polling and said "I hope you'll vote the right way!"

I spotted some pet dogs that came along, a black poodle-type dog, carried by its middle-aged female owner as she walked out of the polling hall, and one, a white and black terrier-mongrel, on a leash, inside the room, owned by a middle-aged man. G wondered which way it voted. The man in front of us told the woman with him that any mark in the box that indicated a clear decision would be valid. The mark didn't have to be an 'x', he said. The woman followed up with a mention of 'hanging chads' (remember them?). She sounded American, and as we neared the desk, she let the queue, which I took to mean she didn't get to vote. EU nationals aren't entitled to vote in this referendum. I did hear some women, who were leaving the polling station, speaking in a language that sounded Italian. They are probably British by nationality.

A ginger haired young man cast his vote, and on leaving the booth, seemed a little confused. He appeared to be walking out the room with his polling slip, which he had not folded up (so you might have been able to see where he placed his 'x'. Then he turned around and put his slip into the black polling box. It looked full, from the way the voting papers stuck out and had to be pushed in by hand. The mood seem to be one of calm and determination to vote. History will be made, as voters have been told by so-called expert commentators and politicians.

At the desk, manned by two ladies, a younger black female in her 30s, who did the initial checks of our polling cards, and an older white-haired white female who crossed out names on her list on checking the polling card, before we were handed our polling slips. There are only two choices, and as Cameron pointed out, there is no 'undecided' box!

I am pleased to say I voted to get OUT. We've been treated like shit by Europe, and also because I see it as my personal vote against arrogant Obama. Who the hell he think he is, telling us how to vote, and worse, threatening a less than favourable process to enter into a post-Brexit trade deal with the USA.

Post-voting, we took in a curry for dinner.
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