Video: Radiohead Perform Electioneering live at the Hammerstein Ballroom (19 December 1997)

Dedicated to all the Australians going off to the polls next Saturday to vote in our Federal Elections. Sick of the electioneering yet?

Fear not, the day is not yet over. You still have to drag yourself out of bed, walk/drive like a zombie to your local school official polling station, and queue up for what seems like an eternity with all the people in your neighbourhood that you’ve never ever seen before.

You will undoubtedly be accosted at the polls by a minimum of 5 people shoving their how-to-vote cards down your throat. You will never ever see the actual candidates spruiking their message at your polling station – because you live in the rubbish end of your electorate!

Vote Laboral

Kony Rubbott wouldn’t screw you over, would he? Photo Source: This Week Live, Channel TEN

The volunteer manning the desk never hears you pronounce your last name, and if they do, it will still take them 5 minutes to find your name in their printed electoral roll folder (because we are the ‘clever country’ and they are still using a printed list in 2013!).

You find an empty polling booth, but the pencil they provide is broken or in need of a sharpener and of course, that’s too high tech to be provided in the polling booth. You fill in the easy form first, number your preferences from 1 to whatever.

Then you sigh swear as you look at the size of the motherfucking Senate form! Do I vote above the line and walk out and get my sausage, or do I waste 15 minutes numbering all these boxes to ensure some loser doesn’t end up with my preferences from some dodgy deal done between the parties?

You’re screwed either way, my friend!

Finish that form and somehow manage to fold it up into neat package that will fit into that teeny tiny slit inside the voting form box. Shove it in, shove it!

Feel a wee bit content to have made it through the tiresome process. At least you won’t end up with a fine. Unless the volunteer checked off the wrong name!

Now, where the heck is that sausage sizzle that I came here for?

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About noisynoodle

I am a noisy noodle hailing from Melbourne, Australia who loves listening to noise in all forms, but preferably in music, TV and film. I’ve moonlighted on community radio at SYN-FM many years ago when I was still a “youth”. My mission is to promote live music (get off your bum and see something!), highlight interesting TV shows that are ignored by the ratings, expose some cool films and to not go deaf trying!

9 responses »

  1. prog4 says:

    Kony Rubbott is an alien. I’m voting for the sex party (if they still exist…) otherwise it’s donkey vote

    • noisynoodle says:

      An alien? That explains the weird looking face 😉 The Sex Party are still in the running – I saw their ad on TV last night, but it wasn’t sexy enough for me! Sadly, Donkey votes just go to whoever is currently in Government.

  2. Blathering says:

    Great excuse for a Radiohead clip. I was very disappointed that there was no sausage sizzle at the polling station where I voted – what’s up with that??!!

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