All Change
And so we have a new mayor, Boris. I woke up yesterday readying myself for the first day of this four day week expecting the Central Line not to be working – and then blame it on the new mayor. Pity, that didn’t happened and I got out at the other end to a sunny and fresh London. No doomsday here but I shall remain morbidly fatalist. Will the buses stop running? Will the tube strike go ahead? Will congestion return to London? Will the Olympics be a fiasco? Will I lose my sense of being a Londoner?
We shall miss Ken and his antics. Out-spoken, almost unapologetic and quite frankly rude. Weirdly enough I loathe Boris for exactly the same reasons. However, I am open to his idea of winning me over and gaining my trust as he wishes. I shall press on but a slender part of me wishes him a measure of good fortune in his role. We are watching, closely!
We shall miss Ken and his antics. Out-spoken, almost unapologetic and quite frankly rude. Weirdly enough I loathe Boris for exactly the same reasons. However, I am open to his idea of winning me over and gaining my trust as he wishes. I shall press on but a slender part of me wishes him a measure of good fortune in his role. We are watching, closely!
