I'm stuck in the tardis

I'm not exactly a big art fan (well this form at any rate), but i rather do like the stuff he did in the tottenham court road tube station.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/arts/4472855.stm

I can see 3 outcomes for this election:

1. Labour win, with a reduced majority, which should make Blair accountable.
2. People punishing Blair by tatical voting will allow Howard and his goons into power via the back door. Some of these marginal seats are up for grabs if people tatical vote in these areas.
3. A hung parliment - Howard will look smug, only to have the look of smuggness wiped off his face when Blair and Kennedy pull a fast one and form a government. It's worked in Scotland to a certain extent in the scottish Parliment. It would probably work for 2 years in England and then another election would have to take place. If you look back at previous Hung parliments.

I don't much like Blair these days. But i will most likely vote for Labour, in the hopes the Labour party kick him out of office.
I'd rather not see Howard as the PM. He would be 20 times worse than Blair. He was a crap home sectary and he'll make a crap PM.
He's got less backbone than Blair. He'll probably follow America into whatever folly Bush decides to persue next.

Of course this is just my take on things. But if option 2 happens, i swear i won't say i told you so, with a smug look on my face.

Question Time this coming Thursday starts at 8:30pm. Blair, Howard and Kennedy are all due to be on that edition of Question time.

Now it's harry potter Audio cd time. Amazon pulled it's finger out, at last.

Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert it's fierce claws.

Once the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes ?

No thinking, no reflecting,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therin something moves,
Following it's own course.

The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it -
The Moon in the stream.

Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and moon.

Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin