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.
One of us is an idiot. If it's me, I apologise. If, as I suspect, it's you, I forgive you.
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 all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
