I had to queue to vote this morning. For half an hour! I’ve never had to queue before. I suspect the well-oiled machine hadn’t yet started firing on all blue-rinsed cylinders.
Half way through the queue – at about the doorway you see in my excellent photo – we were graced with the presence of Maurice Wilkes and wife, combined age 409. We let them jump the queue. He probably invented a sophisticated algorithm for queue jumping anyway, so it’s only fair.