|miss_s_b (miss_s_b) wrote,|
@ 2011-04-04 02:25 pm UTC
|Current music:||Henery the Eighth I Am stuck in my head, which was playing in the pub earlier|
|Entry tags:||elections, libdemmery|
Except that one of the signatures on one of the consent to nomination forms hadn't been properly witnessed, and I couldn't witness it there and then even though I'd been there when he signed it, so the whole form was useless and had to be redone. And then it turned out that one of the people who had signed Mat's nomination form had already signed somebody else's. So I had to get Mat to come in to Halifax and re-fill in his Consent form and get his signature witnessed, and THEN run around madly trying to get a replacement for the duplicate signature (thankfully we had a couple of back-up signers on tap in case of emergency) and then go BACK to the Electoral services department and get everything checked AGAIN... We ended up with it all sorted out and dealt with and a massive three minutes to spare, but it was not a fun morning.
Anyway, after all that, and missing body con, and the Tory who was sotto voce muttering at the nice electoral services lady in stage whispers about Mat's form being illegal - would it have been rude to shout
YES I KNOW THAT'S WHY I'M TAKING IT AWAY TO BE REDONE AND ANYWAY WASN'T IT YOU WHO? - and despite the best efforts of the very nice ladies at electoral services who were only doing their jobs and doing it very well from what I could see, I was pretty narked off by the time I got back to Brighouse. So I employed the most dangerous phrase in the English language:
*potentially libellous statement redacted from rant*AND THAT'S THE LAST TIME I COMPLIMENT YOU ON YOUR NAILS YOU PETTY BAG
Sod this, I'm off to the pub.
One of the Old Ship Inn's special baguettes and two pints later and I'm feeling slightly more mellow and able to see the funny side. But...
NEXT YEAR I AM GOING TO LEAVE MYSELF DAYS NOT HOURS. Witness this, my peeps, and remind me of it.