Warning: This post was published more than 11 years ago.
I keep old posts on the site because sometimes it's interesting to read old content. Not everything that is old is bad. Also, I think people might be interested to track how my views have changed over time: for example, how my strident teenage views have mellowed and matured!
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- My views might have changed in the 11 years since I wrote this post.
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Many thanks for your understanding.
But there’s even more to recommend about this particular page, because of this lovely anecdote from ‘Vioce 1’:
“Hands up all those whose parents will be voting Labour on May 5?” he asked. Every hand went up except one.
“What’s wrong with that poor child’s arms?” the Minister asked the teacher, while gesturing at my pal’s immobile daughter.
“Nothing to do with her health care, is it?” he whispered in rising panic, as he envisaged his photo opp turning into another government NHS trap.
“No, there’s nothing wrong with her arms,” teacher confirmed.
“You didn’t raise your hand, my dear,” said the relieved Minister. “Which party would you vote for?”
“The Scottish Socialist Party.”
“And why would you vote for them?” he mocked.
“Well, my dad says none of you are worth voting for, but he says if he did vote that’s who he would vote for, so I’d be a Scottish Socialist, too.”
“Well,” said the Minister, “that’s no reason for you to vote for the SSP. You don’t always have to be like your parents. I mean, what if your mum and dad were thieves and vagabonds, you wouldn’t be a thief and a vagabond, too, would you?”
“No,” she agreed. “I’d be voting for you.”
I do love that kind of story.