Nick XenophonOh, the thrill of the vote.

I trundled into the Melbourne CBD today, which is what one has to do when one doesn’t update their details on the electoral role. After being politely asked by the Liberal hawker if I was lodging my interstate vote I hopped into the confines of my ballot box with my small green slip of voting power and a ream of pulp paper Jack Kerouac would be happy to run through his typewriter. Not giving anything away about my vote, but… 1, 2, 3… all the way to 46!

That’s right, I voted for a giraffe and a well-matched tie.