Bonking Boris

It's great the way I always seem to side with the underdog. In the European Cup before last, I managed to predict with 70% accuracy the winners, without really studying team form, just by working out who I felt like supporting. The trick was then to presume I was supporting the team that needed it most - i.e. the likely losers. In fact, the only bet I have ever actually made was on a win for my team, and I'm proud to say I made 60 quid that day.

It follows that my uncharacteristic support for a conservative, Boris Johnson, would then be either because of (or despite, I've never worked it out) his failures. He failed the nation and in particular the whole of the City of Liverpool when he slagged them off re: Bigley, and this morning the tabloid headlines gloat: "BONKING BORIS MADE ME PREGNANT" - outing the now ex-Conservative Arts spokesman for his affair with Petronella Wyatt. I hate to say it, but they upped their circulation by one - it's perfect toilet wall material. Boris' embarassment can now accompany my ablutions on a daily basis.

I may start a "Befriend a Failed Tory" campaign. That should keep them out of power for another 5 years.

Meanwhile, I have been further enjoying my new camera phone. Two pictures from Vauxhall Park taken this morning at about 9.30am, and one 30 minutes later on the Holloway Road.






I love London on a Sunday morning, it's a totally different land.