I think it was the scare tactics of the newspapers at the last minute.
I’m sure the newspaper proprietors and hardcore Labour partisans would love everyone to believe that, but I’m just not buying such a simple reason for the polls getting it this wrong. For a start, you can’t blame the London papers for Labour getting Daleked in Scotland. Or the broad reality that Labour just didn’t benefit enough from the Liberal Democrat vote collapsing everywhere else.
There was also a very low turnout
I think calling a 66.1% turnout (and the highest since 1997) "very low" is stretching it a bit, but it's certainly far from ideal.
proletards and toryscum
Now anyone want to take a guess why Labour isn't having a very good night?
Re politicians photographed eating, this from a few weeks ago, is glorious:
During the last mid-terms, someone on the internet did a slideshow of politicians eating things. If any PAS reader is contemplating standing for Parliament, at all costs avoid battered sausages on sticks. Think about it.
Good god, this exit poll is depressing.
Meh... exit polls in the UK are... shall we say, variably reliable. To show my age, I remember 1992 when the BBC's exit polling projected a slim but workable Labour majority. The polls that really counted didn't quite work out that way.
Is that Sun cover trying to remind people (pork, bacon, Milliband’s face pulling) that Ed is a yid?
I've been thinking about this a lot more than I should and I'd say "probably not." (And anyone getting ready to smite me... stand down and keep reading.) But it was still an exercise in bog-standard media fuckery: Editorializing through epically unflattering photo selection, and all the groan-inducing bacon/pork puns flowed from there. (It's really hard to eat on the run with dignity, which is why I suspect Queen Elizabeth is not going to swap out her handbag for a more nourishing kebab on her next walkabout.)
At least in my book that's more than obnoxious enough -- and it's a game the broadsheets like to play too. Last election day, The Daily Telegraph pulled out ever photo they had that made Gordon Brown look like a furious badger in search of a pub fight, and The Guardian went with a "candid" shot of David Cameron behind a door, looking like a creepy uncle waiting to surprise the kiddies on Christmas Morning.
And I don’t recall any alarm when it was harnessed to Eleanor Catton’s cause.
I am not feeling your outrage at all, sorry.
Dude you don't have to feel a damn thing I do, but I do recall some mild alarm about that. And when did hundreds of examples of stupid shit (IMHO and YMDV, of course) make it less dopey?
Anyway, compared to the recurrence of mass constitutional illiteracy in the British media (a hung parliament resulting in a coalition or minority Government of whatever complexion is not the end of days) this is pretty small beer - but still faintly tacky. Again, in my very humble opinion everyone else is under precisely zero obligation to share.
Thankfully, Twitter's keeping it classy
With just over 12 hours until polls open, and with mounting public feeling, the Sun’s pig-themed front page has inspired the hashtag #JeSuisEd.
The messy-eater selfies are intended to give the Labour leader some comfort that none of us look exactly prime ministerial when eating a breakfast buttie.
Yup and by hashtag #misappropriating an expression of solidarity with the victims and survivors of an act of mass murder, which vile as that Sun front page is is not even close.
Meanwhile, Russell Brand, influential prat that he is, has decided after a video interview with Miliband, that people should vote after all – after voter registration has closed.
And God, I wish the media gush around this would be a little more upfront that the overwhelming majority of Brand’s umpty gazillion Twitter followers are not, never were and never will be qualified to vote in the UK.
Don’t, One News. Just don’t.
Maybe a few phone hackings.
And let's remember that blew up just over a decade after the media solemnly lined up behind Princess Diana's coffin, and promised to clean up their act.
Honestly, and I'm not proud to be this cynical, I think the only way an adult is getting into this particular room is when The Herald and the "gossip media" manage to hound someone into a suicide's grave.
So what the hell does it take for Currie to be put on permanent gardening leave until his contract runs out?