It’s the General Election tomorrow. After a long, slow, interminable buildup that has left the country in a strange mixture of feverish excitement and deep, deep coma we finally get to vote for the least worst candidate from the selection of chancers and nonentities put before us.

Hastings and Rye is pretty lucky in being a marginal constituency – in other words it’s one of the few in the country where a vote matters. Most constituencies are safe seats. For example, in Tunbridge Wells, an amoeba would be voted into parliament if it wore a Conservative rosette, whereas in somewhere like Gateshead a Labour-leaning ebola virus would win an easy majority. Hastings is one of the few seats in the South East where the balance is on a knife edge. The current Conservative incumbent, Amber Rudd, has a majority of 3%, and the groundswell in Hastings shown by council elections over the past few years has been definitely leftward as the austerity measures brought in by her party have bitten in this deprived seaside town. I can’t say how the final result in Westminster is going to pan out – no-one can, it’s that close, and no-one is really up to the job – but I’m reasonably certain that Hastings will be turning red on Thursday.

I’ve drawn my local polling station, the Christ Church and St Andrews Church Hall in the first frame. Polling stations can be anywhere. When I was a kid my primary school was closed for the day whenever an election took place so it could be used for voting. Several pubs and fish and chip shops are used as polling stations, in Hastings our local paper’s offices are being used. Before the Church Hall was made a polling station in my ward, I used to vote at the playing grounds of Hastings United Football Club.

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