My preparation for voting was to take part in a two hour cricket session on a very low bouncing artificial surface with a prominent dog turd at short fine leg. The coach was feeling rather sadistic, making yours truly run the sweat right out of him when I batted, and exhorting me to hurl my bowling down like mediocre missiles.
My problems were exacerbated by the fact I was wearing a helmet for the very first time. It was like batting inside a Cyberman's helmet, inside a post box, and about as hot too. I bat like I'm blind anyway, and I was as blind as a bat out there.
Shares in stump making companies rise through the roof when I stumble to the wicket.
At least I bowled OK, and wonder if there is a future for me in "death bowling" - not as bloody as it sounds.
From there to vote. Wonder how many other folk turned up to vote with a cricket bat.
Si
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