Well, my tuppence on the subject is as follows. I voted yellow this time for the following reasons.
I don't have a tv, I don't read a daily newspaper, I definitely don't read any of the local papers so devoid of content, they move straight to the recycle bin. So, the labour lot, didn't communicate with me. The tory lot left a sheet of a4 with a lot of random petty bitching on it about the local politic scene (hello, I'm not actually interested, my interaction with the council is roadworks on roads that aren't broken and having my bin emptied weekly for which I seem to pay 1000 pounds a year poll tax). The leaftlet was at the bottom of the stairs, I live in a flat on the 2nd floor. The liberal lot put a leaflet through my door which featured a tabloid format and a lot of hot air about crime (it's not an issue for me) and a minor mention of no2id of which I approve, well the lack of id, not so much the organisation, but that is a national issue, the whim of a home secretary prepared to burn good money and shoot themselves SO badly in the foot. It isn't going to help in my case.
There were no independents so I voted yellow seeing as someone had gone to the trouble of climbing my stairs. But this being that sort of place, it was I suppose inevitable that the blues remained in control, but it doesn't matter, the local council really makes themselves quite irrelevant to me.
Maybe my reasons for voting are facile and I accept that in this case, but I'd bet I'm not alone. Appeal to the intelligent, the deviant, the disaffected, the subversive and the unmotivated and you'll get some votes. Think about it from our point of view. The local issue is not trident, it's not foreign military expeditions, it's not. It's not "a safe pair of hands" (I have no knowledge of the people I voted for save their political flag colour, I didn't even bother noticing their gender) although if I was persuaded to be more interested in local politics I'd vote for people with a near violent dislike of bureaucracy, of pettiness or interminable meetings. Maybe I identify with captain sensible and the punks that grew up.
But, forgive me for ranting, I just thought you might be interested.
Disaffected of hertfordshire
I don't have a tv, I don't read a daily newspaper, I definitely don't read any of the local papers so devoid of content, they move straight to the recycle bin.
So, the labour lot, didn't communicate with me.
The tory lot left a sheet of a4 with a lot of random petty bitching on it about the local politic scene (hello, I'm not actually interested, my interaction with the council is roadworks on roads that aren't broken and having my bin emptied weekly for which I seem to pay 1000 pounds a year poll tax). The leaftlet was at the bottom of the stairs, I live in a flat on the 2nd floor.
The liberal lot put a leaflet through my door which featured a tabloid format and a lot of hot air about crime (it's not an issue for me) and a minor mention of no2id of which I approve, well the lack of id, not so much the organisation, but that is a national issue, the whim of a home secretary prepared to burn good money and shoot themselves SO badly in the foot. It isn't going to help in my case.
There were no independents so I voted yellow seeing as someone had gone to the trouble of climbing my stairs. But this being that sort of place, it was I suppose inevitable that the blues remained in control, but it doesn't matter, the local council really makes themselves quite irrelevant to me.
Maybe my reasons for voting are facile and I accept that in this case, but I'd bet I'm not alone. Appeal to the intelligent, the deviant, the disaffected, the subversive and the unmotivated and you'll get some votes. Think about it from our point of view. The local issue is not trident, it's not foreign military expeditions, it's not. It's not "a safe pair of hands" (I have no knowledge of the people I voted for save their political flag colour, I didn't even bother noticing their gender) although if I was persuaded to be more interested in local politics I'd vote for people with a near violent dislike of bureaucracy, of pettiness or interminable meetings. Maybe I identify with captain sensible and the punks that grew up.
But, forgive me for ranting, I just thought you might be interested.