Only nearly ten years since the last time I saw them, so when Buffalo Tom were in town on Heather and I rocked up to watch them rock the Islington Assembly Hall.
I recently posted about how little my vote counts, given what a safe Conservative constituency I live in and the stupidity of this country’s first past the post system. And yet today I did actually vote (not deliberately spoil a ballot paper, or abstain, but select a candidate and offer my support). So why the change of heart?
There isn’t one really. I don’t expect my mark to make a difference, at least not this election. But perhaps it can cut that majority, reduce the feeling of helplessness, for the next election, or the one after that, until eventually my vote might count. A vote for the future then, however distant.