LAST week I had a wee dig at the Lib Dems after they delivered their Kirklees Council election leaflet to my door.
Our yellow friends were happy to inform me that Slaithwaite Library was under threat of closure, though they couldn’t decide if this was the fault of Gordon Brown, David Cameron, Nick Clegg or Clr Mehboob Khan.
I did promise last week that other parties’ propaganda would be similarly mocked as and when it arrived on my door-mat.
Sadly there has been nothing new through my letterbox this week, though I did encounter some Labour activists on my street on Sunday.
There I was, wandering back from the newsagents, when I spotted Labour’s Colne Valley candidate Tabatha Ellam coming towards me, flanked by two female canvassers.
All three ladies boasted rosettes and clipboards.
I slowed down as they approached, confident they would want to stop and canvass the opinion of this humble Slaithwaite resident.
But the trio breezed past me without so much as a glance, let alone any attempt to win an extra vote.
I thought to myself, what’s the problem? Do I look like a Tory or something? I was wearing scruffy jeans and a jumper, not full fox-hunting gear or Bullingdon Club top hat and tails.
But the Labour canvassers made an instant judgement that talking to me would be a waste of oxygen.
And you really can’t fault their decision. Because, by failing to stop and ask for my vote, they spared themselves a five-minute diatribe about the Iraq War.
So good call, ladies. But if you would like to push a leaflet through my door, I promise to give it the once over.