As I mentioned in the previous blog, by comparison with the last election, I have found very little to interest me about the current one. However, by an interesting coincidence, we spent yesterday entertaining very dear friends who happen to have been life-long supporters of The Labour party.
So, almost inevitably, some of the converstion dwelt upon how the result may - or, may not - turn out; and I was intrigued by how (like me, as it happens) they were struggling to say a single good word about Milliband Junior; and in particular, how their opinion had been influenced by the treachery (their word) he had displayed towards his brother.
So, a day later; and as the quite astonishing outcome of the voters' decisions begin to sink in, I find myself wondering how many other solid, long-standing, supporters of socialism may have shared my friend's view and decided to vent their spleen at - or by absenting themslves from - the ballot box.
So, almost inevitably, some of the converstion dwelt upon how the result may - or, may not - turn out; and I was intrigued by how (like me, as it happens) they were struggling to say a single good word about Milliband Junior; and in particular, how their opinion had been influenced by the treachery (their word) he had displayed towards his brother.
So, a day later; and as the quite astonishing outcome of the voters' decisions begin to sink in, I find myself wondering how many other solid, long-standing, supporters of socialism may have shared my friend's view and decided to vent their spleen at - or by absenting themslves from - the ballot box.
