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I’m glad Laurence Fox is off the ballot for London mayor. But I’d love a Jammie Dodger with his canvassers | Zoe Williams

I’m glad Laurence Fox is off the ballot for London mayor. But I’d love a Jammie Dodger with his canvassers | Zoe Williams

While I was out, a canvasser came to the door and asked Mr Z to sign a nomination form for Laurence Fox to get on to the ballot for the London mayoral election. Mr Z said no, and the guy said: “You don’t have to vote for him! It’s just to get him on the ballot.” Mr Z said he didn’t want Laurence Fox on the ballot, and the Reclaim party supporter went elsewhere for a signature – needlessly, as it turned out, because Fox filled in the form incorrectly and his candidacy was rejected. Fox has blamed “political corruption” and intends to appeal. While I, quite emphatically, don’t want Laurence Fox on the ballot either, I am sad that this makes it unlikely I’ll meet any more Reclaim canvassers, as I would invite them in, entice them even with a Jammie Dodger, and try to get to the bottom of what the hell they think they’re playing at.

As local and mayoral elections approach, the doorstep once again becomes the crucible of political possibility. You might luck out and get an actual big beast of Westminster ringing your bell; it’s never happened to me, but it must have happened to someone. How else would politicians hear all those things they say they do “on the doorstep”? More likely, it’ll be a local activist, and if you’re over 40, you’ll know exactly what to do: shoo them away if they’re not from your preferred party, and shoo them away nicely, but faster, if they are. There’s a time and a place for having an anodyne, general conversation about politics with a stranger you mainly agree with. That time is never, and the place is definitely not your doorstep.

But it must be baffling to anyone under 30. Young people don’t even like you to phone them up without a written warning by text, and that’s when you’re their mum. An unexpected knock at the door from someone who isn’t carrying a parcel would process like a tear in the fabric of reality. Imagine how vexed they’d be if they were expecting a Deliveroo.

Zoe Williams is a Guardian columnist


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