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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I almost don't want to post today because the tattoo chat (see below) is just getting interesting, so please keep leaving comments about that - I'm really interested to hear people's reactions, particularly considering I'm not letting slip the actual image I've chosen, or the size of said tatt to anyone but Mrs D, who is off for her abroad time in a matter of hours (she's going to Greece) and so I won't have anyone to ask for the 16th time in a day if they really think it's a good idea.

This morning I exercised my right as a citizen of a democratic country and voted in three different voting type situations - European and Local Elections, along with the referendum vote on citizenship. I went along very early - 7.25am early, in fact - with my two best parents, all of us looking like scruffy street urchins that had mugged other, more respectable Irish nationals for their polling cards. There were quite a lot of people voting at that time of day, which seemed odd to me for a moment but then I realised that other people work for a living, and probably had places to go to this evening. I don't have or do either, so I had no reason not to hang about the polling station all day trying to make up my mind.

The polling cards were lovely, each of them helpfully having a colour picture of the candidate beside their name as well as a colour reproduction of their party's logo. It was like voting for who was best looking, although it reflects badly on the state of this nation's politics that I think the Sinn Fein candidate is the best looking of a particularly poorly turned out bunch. I won't reveal my voting preference, but I was both delighted and disgusted to find that I'd voted more or less identically to both my parents, differing only in the order to which we allocated our votes.

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