Done and done.
Voted leave in the end and I'll tell you bastards who are about to jump me why.
So I was walking the polling station, remain on my mind and thinking about the joys of seeing the crying leavers on Twitter later tonight and I happened across a newsagents.
Now this newsagents was as you'd expect, the faint scent of something foreign in the air, a rather dark looking chap behind the counter with a thick accent, (which is all too common these days...)I didn't let it concern me too much, I was an enlightened fellow, someone who didn't mind his kind in my country, so long as they did their part and provided me with services I needed.
I find what I'm looking for and what in the tittyloving fuck do I see...FUCKING CHOMP AND FUDGE BARS AT 25 FUCKING PENCE A POP. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN ACCEPTABLE?
Outraged, I demanded the fellow behind the counter explain why these delicious treats which I needed were now 25p and not 10p as they used to be. He shot a look of utter bewilderment as he mumbled in his rather thick accent - "I'm sorry sir, that's the price" - becoming more enraged by the second, I started to shout and demanded to know why he felt he could charge 25p...more muttering and soon he's sweating.
The atmosphere is now tense, a small crowd has gathered as I demand to know why he's charging 25p and suddenly an old lady with a new necklace appears....she quickly defuses the stand-off by regaling us with a story of how she fooled this fellow in a jewellery shop into thinking she had changed her mind to get a discount on her rather fetching new necklace.
We laughed and laughed some more. Eventually the crowd dissipated, the elderly woman walking off chuckling and stroking her new necklace and I suddenly remember...CHOMPS AND FUDGES ARE FUCKING 25P and I demand to know why the shopkeeper is charging so much.
He's full of excuses, so I throw the wretched things in his face, storm out and run towards the polling booth, a small group following as they realise some shit is about to go down...
I enter and demand they hand me my ballot paper...i enter hte booth and there's a fucking pencil. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS I shout, demanding to know where the MI5 agent so they can witness me making my mark in pen. No one steps forward, the cowards didn't even have the courtesy to show their face.
I vote leave...shouting my vote as I had in my ballot. I leave, the crowd outside anticipating my return...I VOTED LEAVE! I VOTED LEAVE BECAUSE CHOMPS AND FUDGES ARE FUCKING 25P. WHAT THE FUCK.
One voice form the crowd shouts...a bastard with a pack of Prawn Cocktail crisps ...that cunt just voted leave, rush the bastard. They cheered...