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I’ve always worked factory jobs and have grown used to people showing their true colours at voting time. This year I’m in a different workplace that seems a bit more left leaning, but a few at the table at break time said they couldn’t vote for Labour because they would take us back into the EU (I corrected them and told them that’s a Tory bullshit and Starmer has outright rejected the idea).
They said that’s fine but they still can’t vote Labour and they were thinking about voting Reform.
My first instinct was to go on a rant about that mealy-mouthed frog-faced cunt with a french name that wants to stop foreigners crossing our border. Ask the cunt how Brexit went, twat!
Instead I said “Hey great, go for it, if you ain’t voting Tory I don’t give a flying fuck who you’re voting for, it’s not a Tory vote and that’s all that matters to me.”
I would get all thrombo at the last workplace with it’s Boris-lovers, I’ve grown.
Eugh, well done! We were all stupid little fuckers in the past at some point. God I was so full of my own self importance in my 20s it makes me cringe just thinking about it