After weeks of being bombarded with election news, the day has finally arrived. The good, and for that matter the not-so good, citizens of Ely must walk to a random church or village hall and make their choice. Or at least that is what you should be doing.
As a young-ish person I am constantly being labelled as â€˜apathetic.â€™ Allegations of a lack of political consciousness are thrown about like the chip shop papers from which I apparently eat at bus stations late at night.
Whilst I have to agree that apathy does affect some younger people when it comes to voting, the same can be said for a percentage of any group of electorates. Yet we need to care who is representing us, our needs, our wants, our fears. We have a duty to play the part in our democracy of choosing who runs it.
Many people forget what a power this is; we can decide who makes the decisions that affect our lives.
I recently saw an ingenious political party broadcast by the Liberal Democrats showing a young boy who looked a little like Mr Blair crying that there was a wolf in a forest. His argument ran along the lines that sheep were in there, and wolves wear cheeps clothing, thus a wolf was also present. The townspeople looked and looked but found no wolf. And nobody trusted anything he ever said ever again.
Casting your vote wisely tonight is a moral obligation, not something to occupy the time until something else comes along.
Remember this: if Oliver Cromwellâ€™s House is turned into a gentlemanâ€™s club, you should have voted.