Yesterday in the park I walked past the Labour MP who will be expecting me to vote for him on 6th May and he beamed at all passers-by with a universal, impersonal smirk. Why am I so indifferent to this election? Why does my heart sink at the preparations for "the TV debate" – a stage-managed process which I will certainly not be watching? And will there be more features in the Guardian Review embodying novel ways of rounding up the usual suspects (Pullman etc) to offer their valuable contribution as "writers" to the understanding of a process which Dickens (see picture) dealt with more appropriately in The Pickwick Papers?
I am not 'cynical about politics' or trying to dodge my civic duty. I shall 'exercise my vote'. But the spectacle of the issues that matter being daily evaded by all sides does not help the digestion.