Just as we arrived for the count at 10pm, the theatre next door to the council offices emptied – 500 “Frankenfurter’s” disgorged from the Rocky Horror show – you couldn’t make it up! Every transvestite in Cambridge in high heels and fishnet stockings crowded round Old Holborn, none too happy at the competition!
We have now retired to the Council counting rooms and commandeered the Chief Executive’s private suite complete with his wide screen television and his exceptionally comfortable chairs – we shouldn’t be disturbed, someone conveniently left an ‘Interview in Progress – Do Not Disturb’ sign there, which is now firmly on the door. Other candidates’ agents may be neurotically monitoring the count, but we are watching Toenails trying to explain his way out of an election shambles that would have disgraced Afghanistan.
Question: if the returning officer knows how many votes there are in the constituency, how can he fail to have sufficient ballot papers, unless he has sent out too many postal votes? Expect a further report in the early hours of the morning.
I haven’t had so much fun with my clothes on in years!