Election Fever has gripped the nation! Like many fevers, the symptoms are unique to its type: Disco causes one’s back to be got off the wall, so hellbent is the sufferer to acquire themselves some good times in and amongst “the boogie”; Yellow causes the victim to incessantly repeat the lyrics to early Coldplay songs (honk!!); Scarlet cau- you get the idea. What has baffled scientists for years is that the symptoms of Election Fever are much like those of the common cold, insofar as it is accompanied by a low monotonic grumbling by its sufferers, and the broken-but-believable promise that it’ll all be over and out of the way soon. Just drink plenty of water.
Now anybody reading this who has also read the entries below will realise that this is not a place for the subtle dissection of politics; nor is the author equipped or qualified to suitably scrutinise that world of people in suits, blaring at each other like transistor radios in an abattoir, in a big palace protected by men in tights. That job has kindly been taken up by Angry People Everywhere, who seem to manage to find the television cameras that apparently are parked on all of our streets, and to catch the eye of eager news website editors looking for a nicely spittle-flecked tweet to ostensibly gauge the pique of the nation.
A cursory glance at the coverage of results coming in the morning after the election shows that an incredible amount of fuss is being made at the apparent successes of UKIP – sadly not a friendly initiative encouraging you to immediately have a quick snooze, as I found to my detriment listening to a Radio 4 report on them whilst driving the local Darby & Joan group to their bridge game – but in actual fact the UK Independence Party, which itself apparently stands for the United Kingdom Independence Party, which further stands for the Uniteredest Kingdomest Independentious of Partirifficness. The main thrust of opinion coming from people who have openly admitted to having voted for UKIP – the party that, to our everlasting gratitude, first alerted us to the existence of Bulgarians – is that they have done so because the three major Westminster political parties have ignored what their concerns are, poor lambs, having obviously been forgetting to check their answerphone messages. UKIP is MORE than just a PROTEST PARTY, they say, and their votes were not a protest, OKAY? Whilst verbally waving around a placard covered in expletives and giving the interviewer the come-on for a ruddy good kettling.
Far be it for this to be to the detriment of those voters – who are laudably using their constitutional right to make shockingly crap decisions, and with gusto – it would seem at first glance that a political party whose campaign pamphlets predict immediate Immigrantageddon, and whose supporters tend to be justifying their choice of candidate because the Tories, Labour and Lib Dems apparently haven’t dared broach the subject of immigration and the EU to any great depth, would be by definition a protest party with a very narrow brief indeed. At second glance this would appear to be the case also. However what this all ignores is the most serious revelation of all from this set of elections, which only requires one glance:
Nigel Farage appears to actually be a ten pin bowling pin.
This alone means that the march of UKIP must be stopped now at all costs. Admittedly it is a long way off from a stage where they may be jostling for government, but there are actions that need to be taken now and policies adopted to ensure that events will never even get close to this scenario. It would be necessary to completely redesign the House of Commons so that a greasy aisle leads up to the dispatch box, and instead of a ministerial car he would require one of those pin-setting machines to be installed, all of which at a cost the country cannot currently afford. Apart from the logistical difficulties, the international loss of prestige resulting from our country having a piece of American sports equipment as our top politician would be even more difficult to swallow for UKIP supporters than the current issues facing us that they have espoused.
Furthermore, at random five minute intervals during Prime Minister’s Questions, it would be necessary for the lights to be dimmed and UV-sensitive paint applied to the walls while everyone furiously attempts to knock him down before the time limit in order to score double points and/or secure a 2 for 1 pitcher of Woo Woo at the bar. One would barely be able to hear the steady, reasoned debate we have come to know and love from the House above the noise of pinging air hockey tables, teenagers protesting at fake IDs being rejected, and Sandra shouting at Kevin to Leave It.
So for the sake of our once proud nation, please reconsider the next time we go to the polls – lest we all end up in the gutter. Let's go on strike. Make sure we don't go spare. Bowling jokes.