And the losers are...

Well, in the context of the election campaign, the Green party. What was most feared has, I feel, happened. The "other parties", frightened first by the peak of green voting in 1987, nominally took on the green issues--and this time round buried them. If I were a Green party member I'd be sick as a (green) parrot.

I wasn't certain what to vote: Green (despite their anti-nuclear power stance), Respect (almost identical manifesto to the Greens, but, well, let's be honest, less chance, or LibDem (giving the Clare man a chance). When Labour knocked me up at four-ish this afternoon and I finally (finally!) got to tell them that I was no longer a supporter and they'd have known this the year Antonionioniono had been elected leader if they'd bothered to ask (but they hadn't), I realised just how scared they were and, for the general election at least, voted tactically. But I'm not happy about that. Galloway's lot almost got me; the Greens almost got me (the background to this: M thinks the prominent Green in Cambridge is some kind of a witch; I rather like her: she does, at least, listen to ideas about light pollution without looking blank). But four o'clock! Labour must've been rattled. I hadn't voted at that point since I wasn't leaving LL or taking her out with me (she's been sick for two day). But I did.

Paint me half orange, half green.

And very unhappy.

Am I the only one who somehow still believes in Marx?

Why I didn't vote for Labour?

Nina Bawden's fury