Well, as Tippler writes there's just over four hours to go before the polls close and, short of a minor miracle, the Bobster appears to have clinched it.
Good work, fella, can't fault it. I've tried everything I can to catch the bugger up (short of paying for one of those poll cheat things, which even I'd draw the line at!) and all to no avail.
He got off to a flyer and has maintained a comfy lead from the start. And as I write it's 249 playing 202, so I concede it ain't possible to catch him. I'd ask the Cat to transfer all her votes to me but she pledged her allegiance the other way from the start. Bloody women.
I guess if I lived in Florida I might be able to demand a recount. But I don't. And who needs hundreds of hanging chads, anyway? One's enough, according to our lass...
So there you have it, it's really been great fun. A right good giggle. So thanks for having me. I'll definitely follow it next year.
Tippler xxx
There's still time Tippler - you never know!!!
Posted by: Supply Blogger | Monday, 30 July 2007 at 17:47
totally enjoyed reading you!
Posted by: kmd | Monday, 30 July 2007 at 22:17