“JUST a small mark, please,” I said to the lady with the purple pen, who agreeably planted a tiny dot above my left thumbnail.
And when the next seated lady in line gave me my two ballot papers, I asked: “May I come back this afternoon and vote again?” At first she seemed dumbstruck that I should ask such a question. Then she pointed at my purple mark and said no, I couldn’t.
Who to vote for? I certainly won’t do an “eeny, meeny, miny, mo ....” Look what happened to Jeremy Clarkson who inadvertently carried on with the next line.
Maybe I will only come to a final decision once I am actually in the voting booth. Naturally I won’t try to take a selfie of myself – not only because it is against the law and I don’t want to go to jail for disclosing which cross I made next to which party, but also because I don’t possess a cellphone, and I am prohibited from inviting in my wife, who does, to take my picture.
When city executive councillor JP Smith urged the public to “take ownership and speak up when they witnessed criminal acts”, I don’t think he meant you should get the practitioners of anti-social behaviour into a headlock.
Yet that’s what my friend George (not his real name) did last week, and the man wasn’t even stealing council bricks, the activity which made Smith so cross.