Originally Posted by Chris T

From the age of 18 until 26, I always voted in the town where I grew up, and there were never any party hacks hanging round my polling station. So it was, when we moved to Hemel Hempstead, and election time came round, I was taken completely by surprise by them. As I left the polling station, they asked 'could we have your name please?' and I shot back 'Now why would you want to know that?!' without slowing down. Mrs T gave them an apologetic look (and her name, which rather spoiled things as it wouldn't have taken Einstein to work out I was probably Mr T), and scolded me for being rude! But I wasn't being rude, I was being surprised and indignant ...