You can blame Deputy Monty Tadier for this blog posting. For it was he who posted on Facebook this comment:
"Fed up of election fever gripping St @StHelierJsy ? Move to Trinity - you'll never have to vote again #Jersey #StHelier #JerseyByelection"
And of course, he is by and large right. As Ralph Vibert noted many years ago "It was then considered not quite 'the thing to do' to oppose a Deputy who had served the Parish well and was willing to continue", something which the Parish of Trinity certainly bears witness to.
But Ralph Vibert went on to say "I hope that this charming but silly idea is no longer held, because competition is what we need". Alas, that silly idea still seems to predominate today, and the smaller rural Parishes rarely have a contested election, more is the pity.
"Election fever", to my butterfly mind, immediately calls to mind John Masefield's poem, "Sea fever". So here is a pastiche of that poem, written especially for this bi-election:
I must go down to the polls again, to the lonely booth that I spy
And all I ask is a high vote, and my name with a cross to apply
And the tally's count, and the vote I long, and ballot paper shaking
And a beaming grin on a victory face, and a smile now a-breaking
I must go down to the polls again, to check on the populist tide
Comes a final call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is the winds of change, with my votes so high flying
And the ballot cross, and voters come, and my star will be rising
I must go down to the polls again, to the change in my way of life
To the Deputy's way, and the elected way, and the tension like a knife
And all I ask is a lesser vote to my rival fellow rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Lé Thée - Lé thée est eune sîmpl'ye bouaisson grée atout dé ieau bouoillante et des fielles stchies. Y'a un tas d'difféthents thées grées atout des difféthentes hèr...
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