I know this is going to sound odd and a little strange – but I love voting. I don’t love elections – god, how much more boring could they be? – but I do love voting. Now, I admit that my love of voting is relatively recent. It was about ten years ago when I stepped into a polling booth, picked up a pencil and paused to take the moment in. No, I wasn’t on some sort of drug, nor was I dazed from a recent knock on the head. At least, not the kind you’re thinking of.
I’m not a big one for poetry. I have nothing against it mind, and I have been known to write a little of it from time to time – not that I’ve ever published it. (I have more self-respect than that :-)) But I’ve never really delved into it much, although I have occasionally discovered a poem here and there that strikes a chord (who can forget the haunting W.H. Auden poem from Four Weddings and a Funeral?). I had another of those moments recently, when I watched, rather belatedly, the movie Invictus.