The joys of not existing

There's a bit of fuss going on in Britain today what with the election and all that. Like the boat race and sex, the UK election is something that doesn't happen very often, and then when it does it is largely about someone coming first and the other one coming second and everyone being generally dissatisfied at the relatively poor levels of excitement involved. For what it's worth I would have voted yellow, for the entirely mature reason that I think the other two parties smell. Having said that, I wish the Lib Dems weren't yellow. They would have a lot more credibility with a more masculine colour. And it's just asking for trouble when your party leader is a ginger.

However, due to leaving Britain in 2000, a year before the census, and arriving in France in 2000, after the French census, I have contrived to fail to exist. I quite enjoy this status, so applying for the vote never really appealed. It's not as if I'm untraceable in any case. But being an anomaly is quite fun so la.