Dave and Chris were active lads in the local branch of the opposition party. They were out today along with others campaigning for the would be sucsessor of their late Member of Parliament whom they and many others in the area had felt such an affection for, and it felt a fitting legacy that they should do all they could to get the next man, the landlord of the local pub, a thoroughly pleasant and jovial fellow, into the job. They were sure he would do his best. He may not be as good as the last one, but he was the best still around.
As the two and their companions were campaigning, they noticed the face of Katie Stotan, the chosen government candidate, staring down at them from massive billboards.
"Typical", Dave muttered, "They try to win the voter's affections by standing a young hottie like that as a candidate. Plaster her face accross the town, reduce the whole affair to the calibre of some cheap show, rather than democracy".
"Yes", Chris responded, shoving a dull but rather informative leaflet through a letterbox, "It's just not cricket".
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