Just imagine for a sec, if you will lads, being one of these r/unitedkingdom labour types that have plagued our once comfy threads as of late.
Imagine that rabid fanatacism cultivated amongst like-minded idealists as worship for a cult of personality borne from optimism wafts around your circles, so distanced from those xenophobes that would dare to believe in a nation-state, on a whispy bed of weed fumes.
Now imagine that niggle, a little seed planted at the back of your mind... 'but what if he doesn't win?'.
'No, that's impossible, we're on the right side of history' your friend clad in a t-shirt with Corbyn's name emblazened in an unabashedly unironic superman script.
You're reassured, for a short while at least. But the niggle won't budge. What if it's like the aftermath of that refurendum that marked the first foray of you and your friends into politics? No, it won't be. We've ridiculed the old enough for stealing our future, they've seen the light and wouldn't want to upset their precious grandkids.
Still... the niggle won't budge, the hours of scorn, the jeers and cheers of 'lefty tears' are still fresh in your mind. No, you say. he will win. He has to.
You hear the news of Abbot's supposed illness and dismiss critics of her ineptitude as uneducated racists, of Corbyn campaigning only in safe seats that he was sure to win and choose to ignore those pointing out these are the actions of a man who knows he's screwed.
But still you have hope, even is if it is the only thing you have and even if the niggle still remains; you have hope. Things will be different this time. People will learn to love, we will all get on, the things that unite us are stronger than those that divide us and this time, your grandparents WILL understand.
