Well today is the day – its local election day. It's Sutton’s chance to shape Sutton for the next four years.
As everything from schools halls, church hall, scout halls open up – all we can hope is that as many people as possible take the glorious opportunity to express their feelings through the ballot box.Of course there is the postal vote which more and more people appear to be happy to use – but I am old school.
I love the walk to the polling station, my card in my hand. The moment that you offer up the card and the official search for your name on the seemingly endless list brings me a real sense of pleasure and pride.
I don’t really do football teams, model railways or fishing but local government is one of my “things”. Once the list is checked – I am. I am legitimately able to take part in a glorious process.
It may not work for some people but it works for me. Once you get given your “paper” it’s that moment of choice. The pencil, which is usually on a piece of string, makes a glorious slightly scrapping sound as you put your “x” in the box you choose.
It has none of the glamour of X factor but an inestimable level of value and importance. “Oh but my vote doesn’t really matter,” is the often used phrase. That’s rubbish – every vote matters because it is an expression of my, your, our opinion
If you are bored today – go around to your friends and just ask “have you voted”. If they haven’t try and persuade them to do so. It’s all everyone can do.
My admiration for all those who have committed to offer themselves for selection through this process is unbounded – so the very best to everyone and see you at the count!
If you can’t then we will try and keep you as up to date as possible.
As everything from schools halls, church hall, scout halls open up – all we can hope is that as many people as possible take the glorious opportunity to express their feelings through the ballot box.Of course there is the postal vote which more and more people appear to be happy to use – but I am old school.
I love the walk to the polling station, my card in my hand. The moment that you offer up the card and the official search for your name on the seemingly endless list brings me a real sense of pleasure and pride.
I don’t really do football teams, model railways or fishing but local government is one of my “things”. Once the list is checked – I am. I am legitimately able to take part in a glorious process.
It may not work for some people but it works for me. Once you get given your “paper” it’s that moment of choice. The pencil, which is usually on a piece of string, makes a glorious slightly scrapping sound as you put your “x” in the box you choose.
It has none of the glamour of X factor but an inestimable level of value and importance. “Oh but my vote doesn’t really matter,” is the often used phrase. That’s rubbish – every vote matters because it is an expression of my, your, our opinion
If you are bored today – go around to your friends and just ask “have you voted”. If they haven’t try and persuade them to do so. It’s all everyone can do.
My admiration for all those who have committed to offer themselves for selection through this process is unbounded – so the very best to everyone and see you at the count!
If you can’t then we will try and keep you as up to date as possible.