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.
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Queue, what queue?
Blimey, guess central Cambridge was just brimming with enthusiasm for the election. No such queue problem out in the wilds of Kings Hedges. Hardly anyone there. I cycled down there for 8am thinking I’d have to queue for awhile, but I was all done by 8:15. I could have had an extra hour in bed, grumble, grumble…