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No serial killers in the Post Office

I know that European Elections aren't considered very important - who cares about Strasbourg? But we have the right to vote here in Spain in those elections and it seemed wrong to let it slip by.

We're registered to vote in Culebrón, and as we won't be there on polling day, I popped by the Post Office and got the papers to ask for a postal vote. We went back today to prove our identity and send off the forms. It was pretty obvious that the chap behind the counter had never dealt with the forms before but it all seemed to go smoothly enough in the end.

Oh, and the ad on the telly here has a woman running by the polling booth, terrified, but still voting. A bloke weraring a mask and carrying an axe follows her in to the polling station. I presume it's the same ad in the UK.


Bob Filby said…
The UK ads focus on the need to be registered in order to be able to vote. Off people go to vote but when they're nearly there they walk into an invisible perspex barrier - 'You can't get in to vote if you're not registered'
The masked axeman sounds marginally more interesting!

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