And huzzah to the power of infinity. I don't know what's best: Boris winning or that cunt Livingstone getting that smug little smile wiped off his weasel face.

We're an international joke. Brill! So in answer to what you say you don't know, it's the bit about Livingstone's face, by about a million billion miles.

I can't help thinking that after our, beyond laughable, performance in Basra over the last twelve months, our quisling tongue-poking from under the soiled skirts of the US and our general pomposity on the world stage, there's not much the fat gaffmeister could do to make us look any more absurd.

We're an international joke anyway. We might as well be one with a sense of humour.

Ah, humour, you had that once didn't you?

IGMC

(appled)

What has happened to the collective imagination? I can think of dozens of apposite names.

Boris, Bozza, Jozza.

 

There's 3 to start, and I hardly broke into a sweat.