Bob Andrews spoke for the majority of Crewe residents who, brandishing pitchforks and flaming torches, were massing in the town square. “Voting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be”, said Bob. “It’s quite an imposition, if you want to know the truth. Anyway, this is Crewe; people would vote for a three-legged dog if there was a pint in the offing.
"Every four years, unless you can’t be arsed, you have to queue up in a draughty village hall to mark a cross on a piece of paper with a blunt pencil stub on the end of a piece of string. You vote somebody in, then they fuck off down to London to become Charlie Big Potatoes in parliament. We’ve had it up to here with democracy, frankly; it’s time for a ruthless dictator to have a go”...
