News that Ray Nagin, Mayor of New Orleans has told city residents to "
get their butts out" as Hurricane Gustav hits, made me wonder what the
London mayor would say and do under the same circumstances. I think it'd go something like this.
Right, chaps, bit of a problem. With the weather, I think. Yes, that's right, rain, wind, whoosh, big storms, floods. Cripes. Hurricane Ken I'm calling it, what? Right then. Gosh. Hands out of pockets, stop playing trouser ping-pong, put on serious face time. So um, yes, run for the hills, we're all going to die from a big storm. A very big storm. What would Granny Butter do? Cripes. Yes, chaps, make for the airports. Or better still, take the bus. The big, red, shiny Routemaster bus. I love 'em, don't you? Bring 'em back, that's what I say. I did say, didn't I? Crumbs. Anyhoo, head for the bus or those other things, those long things, the ones that pull out of stations, lots of steam, Choo Choo! So that's it, chaps. Wrap up warm and um, look after yourself. I'm off to Tuscany. Ciao.
Boris Johnson, Mayor of London has gone and done it again - axed something else that thousands of Londoners enjoyed.
Further evidence that Boris Johnson should never have been voted in as Mayor of London - he's not running Capital Woman this year.
News that Ray Nagin, Mayor of New Orleans has told city residents to "get their butts out" as Hurricane Gustav hits, made me wonder what the London mayor would say and do under the same circumstances. I think it'd go something like this.
The trouble with voting for the London Mayor when I'm not a Londoner is that I feel a bit of a fraud. However, I've lived and worked in London for almost 7 years, I pays me council taxes, I takes me pick of things to enjoy from life in the smoke and I'm a firm believer that Emily Pankhurst didn't die in vain. So I'll vote, of course.
