I went to my polling station around midday and it was pretty busy for a local election. I saw an elderly woman with crutches make her way painfully into the hall to join the queue - a few people tried to help her but she waved them away. "I didn't fight in two world wars to need help voting," she said loudly. When she got to the front of the queue, she asked the guy on the desk, again very loudly, "Who do I vote for to stop all those damned immigrants swarming our coasts in small boats?" Everyone cheered and clapped. "Here's my proper British passport - none of that foreign red rubbish," she said, thrusting it at the guy. A small fair-haired child wearing an anti-Corbyn T-shirt appeared from nowhere to carry the woman's voting slips as she stomped to the voting booth. "God save the King, and damn the woke snowflakes to hell!" she said. Again everyone cheered and clapped, and I saw two grown men with Union Jack hats openly weep. One of them went up the woman after she’d voted and said he was a taxi driver and that he’d give her free rides for life. “Our voices need to be heard,” he said. "Thank you for speaking out for all who are cancelled." Then a small dog trotted in with a copy of the Daily Express in its mouth. It dropped it at the feet of the woman and, to everyone's astonishment, stood up on its hind legs and bowed. In the distance, an ice cream van could be heard playing Greensleeves.
People will say this didn't happen, but it definitely did.