Vote early, vote often
Today I get to vote three times in the referendum!* Whoopee for me.
I'm about to go out into the blazing sunshine and do the deed, and expect the polling station to be pretty low-key even around lunchtime, but we'll see.
This and the neighbouring village are just about the only places in the whole area where I've seen lamp-post posters for either side, and here they're Vote Leave. Must be an enthused cabal in residence. Polls reckon Scotland's going to vote Remain, and more decisively than in the rest of the UK.
Thought we could do with a thread to share voting experiences/angst etc.etc.
* Proxy votes for two pals who're on holiday.
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When I lived in Manor House (North London) there was a particularly prolific graffiti artist who decorated every abandoned shop door with a cock and balls - always with hairy balls and jizz. He wasn't a very good artist, but he was persistent.
My reply above was a little joke as well. 
I guessed as much, but thought I'd better clarify for any passersby before I got alerted by some trigger-happy soul and locked out of me own thread on this of all nights.
Driving to vote was quite colourful, what with the sun and all. One big house on the shore road had a brand-spanking-new EU flag flying from its flagpole (some folks in the bigger houses round here run to flagpoles), others a couple of saltires (Scottish flag, white X on a blue background), which are pretty much permanent fixtures, and one with a twinned saltire and what my own spouse (an American like yourself, still a US citizen, so no vote here either) identified as a Jamaican flag.
Me: Pot smokers, then?
Her: Yup. Moved in a while back, been flying it ever since.
Me: A wee bit blatant, huh?
Stocked up with a couple of bottles of Peroni from the local Co-op (don't usually drink lager, but thought I'd go with the Continental flow and it's quite passable if chilled to near zero) and their own-brand Mature Cheddar and Spring Onion Flavour Potato Crisps (more moreish than smack, possibly more harmful to boot), so I'm all set for kick-off at 10 p.m.
Hang in there. It may be a long night. 
I never do poll predictions, but on pure gutfeel I'm going for 55% Remain, 45% Leave, if only for the echoes of the Scottish referendum result: "Suck it up. The people have spoken and the question's settled for a generation!"
