If I said I was short-listed for a book prize, would you vote? If I said my daughter’s school could win a playground, would you vote?
If I said there’s a General Election in the UK and you’re eligible, registered, here’s-your-polling-card-pop-to-the-village-hall-at-the-end-of-your-road, would you vote?
Because five years ago, a vast chunk of the country chose not to vote. Hmm.
The thing is, I was 30 the first time I voted. That’s not a fact to be proud of, is it? Oh, I had my excuses… don’t know who to vote for / don’t understand politics / can’t be bothered… But I’m actually pretty ashamed I never voted for 12 years.
I live in a country where I can vote. I live in a country where women can vote. And women died to give me that vote. Do you know how long ago that was? It was in 1918 – that’s less than 100 years ago. My Grandma was alive then.
Sadly an election won’t fall on the centenary of women getting the vote, so let’s mark it tomorrow.
We have a vote.
100 years ago no woman in the UK could vote – tomorrow, you can.
I don’t care who you vote for – PLEASE VOTE.