Boxes

Well, so much for handing out leaflets in the town center. Nick Griffin got a seat. Not good, not good at all. I felt a bit pious and alarmingly PC sending 'not in my name' emails to my friends but to think of that...person...partially representing my interests in the European Parliament makes me shudder.

On a lighter note, I'm absolutely knackered tonight from trying to cope with the end of term and staying up too late to finish off a counselling assignment that I'm doing for my professional updating. In today's brave new world, it's clear I'll never be professional enough. It took more time squashing my answer in 1,500 words than it would to have written 2,500 words, which wasn't allowed. Too much reading for the assessors I guess (I can sympathise). And I'm also tired after last night's excitement. I went to see the Pet Shop Boys at the Manchester Apollo with my lovely friend Karen. Which other group would do their opening number with paper boxes on their heads????? Great visuals, sumptuous tunes, disco beats and lots and lots of boxes. Fab.

Euro Elections

I was very pleased to see that the Anglican Arch Bishops have raised the issue of why it is so important to vote in the Euro Elections and singling out the BNP as dangerous fanatics with a racist and fascist agenda. On Saturday, for the first time in eons, I engaged in a political activity (as opposed to just voting.) I gave out leaflets for the Hope not Hate Campaign in my local town in the hopes of alerting people of the necessity of voting to keep the BNP out.

I really can understand, given the current political climate, why people shake their heads and feel like staying away from the polls but non-participation could give space to fascists and that's too big a price to pay.