Episode 3 - Election Day

—Alright, Bob? 

—Morning, mate. ‘Ave yer been to vote? 

—Nope. 

—Are yer going to?

—Might. If I can be arsed. 

—Ah, yer have to mate. People fought and died to preserve—

—Ah, fuck off with that. I was one of ‘em. I served. remember? 

—Yeah, I know. 

—Well then. But it ain’t the same now. I dunno who represents me. They’re all shite. 

—Hmm.

—Wha’?

—Yer ‘ave a point, right enough. 

—Same shit, different shovel, as the saying goes. 

—Yeah. But fuck it, I’m still voting. Yer know why?

—Go on? 

—Because I can’t moan about the lot we get in if I didn’t vote. 

—Ah, now then, Robert. That’s not a bad point, that. 

—See? Yer know it makes sense, Joseph. 

—Don’t our full first names sound funny? 

—Yeah. Like we’re dead posh, or summat. 

—Robert, good sir, shall we partake of another mug of brew? 

—Indeed, Joseph, I believe that is a splendid idea.

—Fuck. That’s enough of that bollocks. 

—Yeah. I couldn’t talk like that. So, are yer gonna vote, then? 

—Bloody hell, politics again. 

—I know mate, but it’s important, ain’t it? 

—S’pose. This is Cov, though. Labour will win. They have done fer years. 

—Ah, but that’s why, if yer want something different yer need to vote, right? 

—Yeah, good point there, Robert. 

—Don’t start that again. 

—Are we sarnie-ing today? 

—Too right. We need our strength. 

—Why?

—To walk to the polling station. 

—Fer fuck’s sake.