On election day, I would not recognise my local Public Primary School without it being

1. sad
2. underfunded
3. difficult to negotiate for disabled or NESB voters
4. strewn with faded pink Penne and green Rigatoni necklaces
5. barren as a desert
6. and even less inviting.
7. Populated by a right-wing nutter (or xxiii)
8. with some fundamentalist message.

I patiently wait for the ‘L-Z’ queue to move along, then spot my name; upside-down, 2.3 full minutes before Rosie here to help can.

I love the spectacle of a little bit of Pauline.

It might even make me vote early, and vote often.

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