voting and crazy drivers

Forgot to say, on the way to Sorrento we saw a guy driving a convertible sportscar while eating his lunch. And no, it wasn't a sandwich he could eat one handed and throw into his lap every few seconds. We've all done that.

This guy had crockery. And silverware. In his left hand he held a white bowl, in his right hand a fork. Seems those who can afford to drive sportscars don't know about things like takeaway and saran wrap.

I didn't get a good look at what was in the bowl, I was too busy gasping as we drove on by.

Anyhoo, I voted today. State elections in Victoria. I, for one, love to vote. I love turning up at the polling booths and checking out those tooting for the parties. I love saying no to all those trying to have out 'how to vote' flyers, I think the damn things should be illegal. The amount of wasted paper at the end of the day makes me shiver. I love seeing my name on the register roll. I love hiding in my booth and marking the box with my pencil.

None of it is quite so glamourous as The West Wing, or the Kennedys, or all the things I love about the romance of politics, but it means I am a part of a greater whole.

And my guy won our seat for the first time since I was old enough to vote. Gotta be happy with that!