I moved to the other side of town and a couple weeks later there was a general election. I voted in the primary school at the end of my new street. Then I walked round to my old flat and picked up a few letters that hadn't been sent on; one of them was a voting card reminding me to exercise my democratic right at the local community centre. I found the place, showed my card, and went into the booth to make my mark. But as I stood there, I started to worry I'd screw up the system somehow if I voted twice for the same party. So this time I put my cross down to the other side. Fair enough: that was my choice.