Henry,
This is it. As I write these words Gordon Brown should be teetering on the edge of the political oblivion he so richly deserves.
One shove, one nudge, one tiny prod in the right place – and we will at last be rid of this bankrupt embarrassment of a Labour government. Just one last push and this great country will be spared another five years of Gordon Brown.
We will avoid the drift and dither of a hung parliament. We will give a Conservative government the chance to offer dynamic and energetic government and by tomorrow morning we will begin the work of undoing the damage done by Labour.
Who is there left to administer this final judicious kick to the Labour Party’s ample posterior?
It could be you, Henry.
If you have yet to vote – and you have five minutes to spare – I urge you and all your family and friends to get down to the polling station and play your part in history.
In an election this tight, your vote could be decisive. The boot’s on your foot. For the good of our country – I urge you to use it.
On reading this I was deluged with an urge to reply, which I append, notwithstanding, inasmuch as which, in hope and expectation of a detailed reply.
Dear Boris : I’ve tweeted. I’ve Facebooked. I’ve leafleted until my feed are so sore I could barely walk. And I’ve voted. I’ve made myself unpopular with my lefty friends – some of whom would vote Tory were you the leader. I can do no more than lie back and enjoy Albus Dimblebore and his psephological prognostications. I wish you well. BTW, when you edited the Spectator I offered my services as your science correspondent. You did not reply. Probably for the best.
So I was outside the polling station before it opened this morning. To vote, I missed two trains so stood all the way. When I got to the station, who should be outside but permatanned Zak Goldsmith and his cohorts, on their charm offensive, thrusting leaflets into the hands of the little stream of commuters on their walk FROM the polling station TO the rail station. I mentioned to Zak that I, and everyone else behind me, had already voted. He gave an "oh" of surprise. Sic transit brain of gloria Tory non dom candidatum offspring of Sir Jams.Oh yes, and posterity will show that Boris J is a buffoon.
PS you have an ad for the Lib Dems on the bottom of your blog, just in case you didn't know.
Hey, Maxine, I see you left your sense of humour at home. Again.
I see that Zak Goldsmith won. That'll teach you for being so snarky!