Via Nick: an anti-ID card Pledge.

PledgeBank, from those lovely mySociety people, provide the means to set up a pledge of the form “I’ll do X if N other people do it.” In this case, “I will refuse to register for an ID card but only if 3,000,000 people will sign up.”

If you’re prepared to join 2,999,999 other people in a mass protest, sign up and spread the word.

Supposedly, all young people wear hoodies and baseball caps so their faces can’t be seen on CCTV. That suggests this line of logic:

1. Crime in shopping centres
2. CCTV is brought in to video ne’er-do-wells ne’er-do-wellin’
3. These young ne’er-do-wells wear clothes that hide their faces, frightening shoppers
4. Identities concealed from the CCTV, they go about their ne’er-do-well business

In which case, perhaps this would help:

1. Get rid of CCTV
2. Ne’er-do-wells revert to morning suits (top hats not permitted of course) and ball gowns
3. Shoppers are no longer frightened
4. Ne’er-do-wells do as much ne’er-do-wellin’ as above, but without shoppers experiencing The Fear

This is, of course, a flippant addition to the debate. As is suggesting that for the uglier chavs, it’s better for all of us that they keep their hoodies up.

See also Liberal England, and the answer to chavs’ favourite song from Simon Titley.

A very bizarre story, via Richard Allan, being put about by Sheffield Tories in the election. Their claim was, roughly, “Vote LibDem and your dog will be eaten by a Scotsman.”

Having spent the last week barely eating or sleeping, I’m not sure I’m up to a detailed recounting on the strenuous campaign I was helping to fight in London. I was pleased that my work in the early hours of Thursday morning got a mention in the Guardian:

By 7am, activists had printed a new leaflet with flattering quotes about their candidate from the day’s Times.

I was hunched over a duplicating machine for a couple of hours in the middle of the night doing that. After a few hours’ sleep, I spent most of polling day in a small room with two computers and piles of paper. Then off to the count (for a disappointing result that really didn’t do the campaign justice) and finally back to HQ to watch the rest on TV.