Disenfranchised

A year ago, I was enrolled to vote on two sides of the world, one where I wasn't a citizen and one where I didn't live. This year, there's no voting for me at all. Whatever the state of the electoral roll, I had left London by the time the city elected the wacky Bozza Johnson as Mayor. Now, with local government elections in New South Wales, tomorrow, I find that I moved into my council area after the rolls had closed. Even if I were inclined to vote at my previous address, I couldn't, since the current council has been re-elected unopposed.

Because it's high jump...

...stay out of the bar.

Not catching the train

In mathematics, cancellation refers to methods of simplifying an equation or expression resulting in fewer terms. In commuting, cancellation may be applied by CityRail at any time, resulting in more congestion.

A (nearly) empty office

Silence.
Ring ring - unanswered phones.
Silence.
Whirr whirr - the monorail.
Silence.

Catching the train

In mathematics, A and B commute if AB=BA. In commuting, the order does matter. The Town Hall train (that's the one via Town Hall, or is it the one with destination Town Hall?) is not the same as the Museum train (the one to Town Hall, or the one to Museum?)

Changing sides of the world makes a difference, too. Now I'm in Sydney, I no longer need a dog to carry on the escalators. However, I'm having trouble satisfying the request to keep hold of children while boarding the train. At least I am not asked to keep a firm grip on a pram unless it is mine and I am travelling with it.