The 'Magic Roundabout' demographic

I do sometimes feel rather semi-detached  from this election because of the political parties’ lack of interest in me. I’m what’s left over after all the other groups have been analysed and woo’ed and have had their qualitative data squeezed out of them.

 

I’m not Worcester Woman or Mondeo Man. I am part of the hitherto unidentified ‘Magic Roundabout’ demographic. 

 

I’m a Florence. 

 

Single, white female, no parents, no partner, no children, no visible means of support (i.e. self employed) but not in any obvious need; inclined to wearing sensible walking shoes for walks out in the fresh air, amongst the spring flowers; happily multicultural as the friends I see most often don't actually share the same background as me i.e. one's a snail in a hat (Brian) and the other's a dog that eats sugar lumps (Dougal);  the Boys are all a bit boring and no fun now, so they, generally, keep out of the way. I’m socially liberal as I get on happily with an amiable stoner rabbit called Dylan, and I’m happy in the company of gnomic transgender cattle, (Ermintrude did have a man’s voice) and am glad to see my disabled neighbour Mr.McHenry whizzing around, out and about on his mobility scooter, even if he does go a bit fast sometimes. 

 

I also accept that there will always be alien life forms in charge (Zebedee) which is just as well. There’s no knowing yet what will land up in Number 10 or the House of Commons.