Brenda from Bristol’s reaction to the snap general election speaks for us all

“NOT ANOTHER ONE?!”

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What was your reaction when you found out that there would be yet another election?

That your doormat would no longer be a doormat but a hellish rectangle tiled with garish leaflets of smiling white men making hollow promises? That the only thing on the news now will be people saying the word mandate with increasing passion and intensity? That your Facebook wall will no longer be a heartwarming collage of when you first virtually connected with your lifelong friends but one long sincere ill-written political screed with neither paragraph nor point, but asterisks nonetheless? That you will have to wake up, yet again, dead-eyed and clammy-skinned, on the morning after an election, yet again, to your radio telling you your country voted, yet again, to kick itself wholeheartedly in the teeth?

This mole expects you reacted a bit like Brenda, a resident of Bristol, and the nation’s voice of reason:

“You’re joking. NOT ANOTHER ONE?! Oh for God’s sake, I can’t, honestly – I can’t stand this. There’s too much politics going on at the moment. Why does she need to do it?” will be the lyrics of the yet-to-be-released defining protest song of our era, sung by generations of activists united in exasperation for decades to come.

Brenda from Bristol, c’est moi.

I'm a mole, innit.

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