Our constituency's UKIP candidate canvassed my doorstep today. Too late, I remembered I had a full watering can in my hand. Opportunity: missed.
Although I was like, "I'm a non-white non-EEA* immigrant. You're done here, bye!"
* European Economic Area
Armando Iannucci, creator of such brilliant pieces of satire as The Thick of It and Veep, reminds us that this election is wide open. So if you haven't registered to vote yet, please do it today (20 April 2015) because it's the deadline. Remember, you don't need your National Insurance number to do so (explained here).
Although I was like, "I'm a non-white non-EEA* immigrant. You're done here, bye!"
* European Economic Area
Armando Iannucci, creator of such brilliant pieces of satire as The Thick of It and Veep, reminds us that this election is wide open. So if you haven't registered to vote yet, please do it today (20 April 2015) because it's the deadline. Remember, you don't need your National Insurance number to do so (explained here).
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Your actual response was perfect. If he'd had a chance to reply, he'd probably have come out with a gem about how he perceives you as white or something.*
*Yes, I apparently "don't count" as an immigrant, a rage-inducing attitude that I've heard for too many years.
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UKIP have not been a bit presence in my constituency - we haven't even had a leaflet from them. For which I am duly thankful.
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I gave them my NI number, which I somewhat improbably had found on an old P45 when unpacking a week or so earlier, and they still wrote to me wanting a scan of my passport. If it's this annoying to get on the register when you've voted at every election since 1992, God alone knows how offputting it must be if you're young or don't have a stable address or both.
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Registered - by the skin of my teeth
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Meanwhile Bristol City Council were sending 'we believe you are not living at this place where you were registered to vote in Bristol and we are going to take you off the register', but only to me, not to Peter, who might still be registered in both places for all I know. It was just a minor nuisance and source of amusement for me, but I can see that it wouldn't feel like any kind of joke at all if your first language wasn't English and you were scared of official letters.
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But you can treasure the image in your imagination, as indeed can all of us.
Any UKIP canvassers at my door can expect a short, sharp conversation about the paragraph in their manifesto which bewails able-bodied Europeans coming over here and taking jobs we disabled types could have had, and gives a complete bye to the British employers being disablist bigots (not to mention acting illegally) in their own damned example!
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But I did finally fill in the form in February, with national insurance numbers, and when the next letter saying we weren't registered turned up, I phoned them and a nice lady assured me I was registered and not to panic.
We now have polling cards. Fortunately this time they have not told the EU citizen that he is allowed to vote in the general election, like they did last time, whereupon the polling officer said "oh dear, could you persuade him not to try because if he did it might be embarrassing", fear of embarrassment being how we tackle potential electoral fraud round here.
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I do wish you had poured it negligently over the front of their trousers. Never mind, the image of such an action is beautifully clear.
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And to people trying to live.
I'm not sure how much I've talked about this, but not having a passport prior to mid-2013 prevented me from being able to move out of a very unsafe (and still unsafe) place. And I basically only had one person that I could even remotely possibly ask to countersign my photo. And after all of the mental (and physical; almost getting stuck in a photo booth didn't help matters) hell that I went through, it still has a fucking M on it, something that will cost me even more money to fix...
I'm just glad that, by comparison to all of this, my voting registration process was relatively pain free. Even with all of my feelings about how I might want to vote...