too hot to trot?

the main part of the election drama is now over. hurrah! i was getting seriously bored of the awkward conversations at work; people talking policies and prats, snobs and stats, but it also meant i was forced to kinda keep schtum the whole time because to be honest i didn't know enough about the snooze fest that is politics.

yeh yeh yeh i know it's important and all that jazz, but when you are bombarded with links to quiz websites falsely telling you which party you are most suited to because you tick the 'i prefer a chinese to a traditional english roast' box or the sites that basically tell you, according to where you live, how irrelevant and unnoticed your vote was going to be, it was hardly motivation to take the whole thing seriously was it? as cynical (and admittedly a tad ignorant) as it may sound, it just all seemed like a bit of sham in the end. what with nick clegg, or 'cleggy' said the chants of his gaggling bunch of horny OAP fans, revelling in his new found fame, signing autographs in a swarve pair of oakleys (not cool) being jumped and humped on by horny ethels, mauds and mabels who were embarrassingly dying for a toothless, gummy smooch... you couldn't help but laugh at the circus that was.

in saying all of this though, i do have a sneaky reasoning behind the unfortunate fall of gordon brown. check out the wifey's bad boys:


we just couldn't bear the thought of these monstrous trotters stomping around downing street for another 5 years could we?!

anyhoo, like i said, my political knowledge is that of a 3 year old probably so i'll leave it there and take this opportunity to salute my mates that used election night as another excuse to get on the sauce! i knew there'd be a bit of fun in it somewhere...