Polling Day was Thursday, May 1. That evening my wife and I were sitting in an Indian restaurant across the road from the local Labour party headquarters. Through a window we watched the candidate, for whom we had voted earlier in the day, emerge with a party worker and set off jogging down the road. "It’s a long wait for them," said my wife. "They’ve got to do something to pass the time and keep their spirits up. He can’t get drunk, he’...
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