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I managed to get out of bed today a whole hour earlier than yesterday - *drum roll* - 8.44am. This was about an hour later than I'd intended. Granted, I'd actually got up once before, at 2.41am, but I don't think that really counts somehow.
The plan was to set the VCR for the election night programme itself, as part of my sporadically-maintained archive of so-called 'great national moments', and then set the other VCR for Dead Ringers and Bremner, Bird and Fortune before letting it take over the BBC's election night coverage from the first VCR at 5.54am. I was then going to walk to the polling station and from there proceed into Oxford. I managed this, but was delayed when I realised that I had an accretion of dirty plates which needed washing, and which otherwise would languish until Friday morning (for reasons which will become clear). Once these were draining, I walked uphill to the polling station.
I've never really worked out what kind of place my polling station is. It seems to be a kind of common room for the flats around it, which I think are for the elderly. The development is about forty years old, so perhaps it was an early sheltered housing scheme. I got to the polling station shortly before ten; representatives of the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats were on the door, and about six or seven other people came in with me. Apart from one of the women from the stationers, I was by far the youngest person voting, and far younger than any of the officials running the poll as well. There didn't seem to be that many coming into the polling station behind me, so maybe voting goes up on the hour. Woodstock is in Witney consituency, where David Cameron is expected to win easily - but though he has done some good things for the constituency, his party does not get my vote.
As I'm going to the SocT election party tonight, and might be too tired to drive when that finishes, I'd decided to take the bus into Oxford. he great scheme of getting into work this week before 10am one day this week was already compromised, and in the event I managed not only to miss the 9.58 bus, but also the 10.28 bus as well. This was partly because the polling station is on the eastern edge of Woodstock and it took me a little deliberation to work out the quickest way back to the main road.
Travelling from Witney into Oxford West and Abingdon, Woodstock Road remains the most politicised residential street, with lots of LibDem posters, many Greens, and a couple of large Conservative and UKIP displays. There was one forlorn Labour poster at one gateway. There was no sign of polling as I passed the former St Philip and St James church beyond three reps apiece for the three main parties. Since then, all quiet on the election front - but I'll make more observations before the polls close.
The plan was to set the VCR for the election night programme itself, as part of my sporadically-maintained archive of so-called 'great national moments', and then set the other VCR for Dead Ringers and Bremner, Bird and Fortune before letting it take over the BBC's election night coverage from the first VCR at 5.54am. I was then going to walk to the polling station and from there proceed into Oxford. I managed this, but was delayed when I realised that I had an accretion of dirty plates which needed washing, and which otherwise would languish until Friday morning (for reasons which will become clear). Once these were draining, I walked uphill to the polling station.
I've never really worked out what kind of place my polling station is. It seems to be a kind of common room for the flats around it, which I think are for the elderly. The development is about forty years old, so perhaps it was an early sheltered housing scheme. I got to the polling station shortly before ten; representatives of the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats were on the door, and about six or seven other people came in with me. Apart from one of the women from the stationers, I was by far the youngest person voting, and far younger than any of the officials running the poll as well. There didn't seem to be that many coming into the polling station behind me, so maybe voting goes up on the hour. Woodstock is in Witney consituency, where David Cameron is expected to win easily - but though he has done some good things for the constituency, his party does not get my vote.
As I'm going to the SocT election party tonight, and might be too tired to drive when that finishes, I'd decided to take the bus into Oxford. he great scheme of getting into work this week before 10am one day this week was already compromised, and in the event I managed not only to miss the 9.58 bus, but also the 10.28 bus as well. This was partly because the polling station is on the eastern edge of Woodstock and it took me a little deliberation to work out the quickest way back to the main road.
Travelling from Witney into Oxford West and Abingdon, Woodstock Road remains the most politicised residential street, with lots of LibDem posters, many Greens, and a couple of large Conservative and UKIP displays. There was one forlorn Labour poster at one gateway. There was no sign of polling as I passed the former St Philip and St James church beyond three reps apiece for the three main parties. Since then, all quiet on the election front - but I'll make more observations before the polls close.