h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

When John Smith died in 1994, I was gutted; I really thought, after 15 years of Thatcherite government, that our one solid chance of removing them was gone.
And then came T. Blair esq. to reassure the party faithful, and other sympathetic types like myself, that he could take them out. So I joined the party. I worked on the phones during the '97 campaign, contacting would-be Labour voters in Stirling on May 1st to exhort them to do so. I remember being a litle alarmed by the assiduous attempts of the younger activists to stay "on message" at all times, but it was all worth it by 4am Friday morning; hell, I was so far gone, I was even drinking Budweiser.
Now, 7 years on, I have left the party, and I am currently swithering over where to place my vote next time; either the SSP or the Liberal Democrats. Somewhere around about the time that a Blairite made a very Thacherite comment about single mothers, or when T. Blair was seen shaking Rupert Murdoch's hand, I fell out of love with the govermnent. The abominable shambles that is the Iraq war hasn't helped.
As for T.B.? i shook his hand in '97. Now, I'd probably snap it off at the elbow, and beat him with it.