On tomorrow’s election

Yes! to fairer votes

Tomorrow I’ll be exercising my democratic right to vote in the Scottish Parliament general election 2011 and the UK-wide Alternative Vote referendum.

Still not 100% decided on who I’ll vote for tomorrow—having voted for the Liberal Democrats in every election since I’ve been eligible to vote; voting for David Steel, Simon Hughes, Charles Kennedy, some-bloke-in-Edinburgh-who-wasn’t-that-famous, and Sir Menzies Campbell… and yes, I do know those were for Westminster seats—I do feel a little uneasy about voting for the LibDems because of the Conservative-LibDem alliance in London.

That said, and as Fr Kelvin pointed out in a blog post today, I should be voting on policies not personalities or to ‘punish’ Nick Clegg for a decision with which I disagree.

So I turned to Scottish Vote Compass to see what it could discern about me. And surprisingly it just about got it right:

20110504-scottishvotecompass

Scottish Liberal Democrats
23%
Scottish Greens
22%
Scottish Labour
20%
Scottish National Party
0%
Scottish Conservatives
-12%

That’s a pretty close result with the top three there: 23%, 22% and 20%, which I guess is why I am in favour of the Alternative Vote system.

Day 4: A song that makes you sad #30dsc

30 day song challenge day 4: A song that makes you sad

Peter Gabriel—Father, Son

(I wanted to embed the official video but wasn’t able to; you can watch it on YouTube.)

I love this song but it always brings tears to my eyes when I listen to it.

It was written by Peter Gabriel about his father Ralph while on a weekend-long yoga trip. These are the lyrics:

Father, son
Locked as one
In this empty room
Spine against spine
Yours against mine
Till the warmth comes through

Remember the breakwaters down by the waves
I first found my courage
Knowing daddy could save
I could hold back the tide
With my dad by my side

Dogs, plows and bows
We move through each pose
Struggling in our seperate ways
Mantras and hymns
Unfolding limbs
Looking for release through the pain

And the yogi’s eyes are open
Looking up above
He too is dreaming of his daddy’s love
With his dad by his side
Got his dad by his side

Can you recall
How you took me to school
We couldn’t talk much at all
It’s been so many years
And now these tears
Guess I’m still a child

Out on the moors
We take a pause
See how far we have come
You’re moving quite slow
How far can we go
Father and son

With my dad by my side
With my dad by my side
Got my dad by my side
With me

What makes me sad is when I listen to this song is simply that I couldn’t enjoy a longer relationship with my own dad. He died when he was 52 years old, having had a triple sub-arachnoid brain haemorrhage at the age of 38.

I hope that I can have long and meaningful relationships with my three sons.