Seamus O'Gorman, SJ
1. Election day - 2002
It\'s a bright sunny day in May 2002. At last, after five long years it\'s polling day again. You grab a moment and run around to your polling station. You\'re in the little booth, attached pencil in hand. There\'s a long list of names in front of you: some you recognise, others not really. You take a deep breath. You begin to tick off the boxes… 1… 2… 3… from best to worst or maybe 14, 13, 12 from worst to best, depending on the kind of person you are.
Many others will not grab a moment to vote. They will stay away, largely ignoring what is going on on polling day. The whole election event will leave them "underwhelmed"; they may be slightly bemused to realise that some people still think voting is such an important thing. They will wonder at the naiveté or inexplicable zeal that would mean you could tear yourself away from the alternative goods life offers - an evening\'s rest, the football match, the soap, the pints - so as to mark a few numbers on a card.