I can confidently proclaim a 100% majority for Labour and Yes to AV in the Dark Place. I know this because this is how I voted, and I was first this morning. It is, of course, downhill from here.
As is also traditional, my votes were reluctant. AV is a miserable compromise compared to proportional representation, and the only contact I've had with the Labour candidate - despite being a party member - was when he phoned me repeatedly to enlist my support for his adoption. His general tricksiness was apparent from the first moments:
Him: 'Oh, am I disturbing you watching the cricket? Poor England, I feel really sorry for them'.
Me: 'I'm supporting Ireland, I'm very happy'.
Him: 'Me too, brilliant result'.
OK, so that's his general approach to life established. One day, just once, I'd like to vote for someone I trust and respect ideologically, rather than for the least worst option. I gave the previous council candidate a chance: he knocked on the door and I asked him if he was a socialist: he refused to answer, which I thought was shameful for a Labour candidate.
At some point, I'm going to have to stage a coup. I've even got a practical book on how to do it: Coup d'Etat, by a very nasty neo-con called Edward Luttwak. Very useful if you haven't the time or inclination to gradually convince the proletariat of your intentions.
First up against the wall is the student who got out of the lift as I entered it this morning. He deliberately pressed the buttons to every floor, which I'm sure I'd have found hilarious were I 5, but somehow don't find endearing in a 19-year old. If I get my hands on any of his academic work, his grades will descend to the basement and remain there.