Today, London votes to decide who will be its mayor for the next four years. The process gets a bad rep in the city, but not everyone in the world gets to choose who will fail them as a leader. We should count ourselves lucky.
In celebration of this great day for democracy, the Gross Jar (the abominable glass jar we’ve been filling with horrible stuff for the past four weeks) will be joining you on the streets to partake in a little democracy of its own. That’s right, for a few hours today, the Gross Jar will be open to the public!
The Sunday Telegraph’s London Editor has always gone way beyond simple journalistic dilligence in his reports on the ex-Mayor. He’s probably written more about Livingstone than anyone now living. A quick Google pulls up 15 pieces just in the past month. None of them has been headed: “Ken Just A Decent Bloke Doing Really Swell Job”. Some were about Ken having links to supposed Islamo-fascists. Others catalogued how Ken has been offending gays. One was about how Ken’s team had put out a leaflet in Sutton that had only four points on its ‘five-point plan’. Nothing is too petty when politics is this personal.
Soon, London will have to decide who its Mayor will be for the next four years. If it was left up to the stuffy political elite, Londoners would only have the uninspiring choices of the incumbent “bendy bus” Boris, “congestion charge” Ken, “racist” Carlos Cortiglia and “friend of sad guitarist Brian May” Jenny Jones. All told, it’s a pretty depressing set of choices, but don’t fear ‘cos one man’s riding to the rescue of this once-great city with a view to leading it back to greatness. His name? Tempa T, aka “London’s next Mayor”.
