So I’ve just returned from dropping Mum’s car off at the insurance place (after a fairly brief detour through the parliamentary triangle). That in itself was fairly painless, a driver running me home after I’d handed the keys over. Older, fairly chatty, ultimately disillusioned with today’s state of youth and politics. His disquiet mirrored mine, at least in relation to the event that saw me into the situation in the first place. I told him I had studied politics, and we discussed lobbying (the behind closed doors kind) as opposed to constituent representation. We agreed there is a difference, so here’s my two cents:
All ye who use Sullivan’s Creek Carkpark 1 beware!