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Yes, here it is for my first time ever, a general election! Very exciting. Well, about as exciting as a bare church hall with a ragged grove of plywood booths furnished each with a pencil on a piece of nylon twine, can ever be. Three old ladies to pass pieces of paper between, writing different mysterious numbers down, and using curious hole-punching 'security' devices.

Despite many of my friends being denied their democratic right to vote by the apparently pathetic postal voting system's failings, there seemed to be a good queue of people voting when I popped down there. I seemed to end up on the sunny side of the postal vote shenanigans, as I got my postal vote from home, as I registered for, but I also got a voting card for my local constituency at uni. I'm sure I never asked for that, but I'm happy to have it. It means I have probably the only choice I'll ever have to vote for a Welsh Nationalist party.

I won't say how I voted, but there may or may not be a clue in the picture for today's entry, and well, when in Aberystwyth do as the...

Now at least the news might have something other than men in suits arguing with other men (and women these days) in suits about money and power. Oh, wait. Better not get too hopeful.

Come on now Jon Snow... get swinging.