As London prepares to go to the polls, and the rest of the nation groans under the weight of the collective ego of those Londoners who think that anybody outside the capital actually gives a monkey's, we Northerners can find comfort and a quiet but glowing sense of superiority in the latest verbal outpouring of professional waste-of-space Boris Johnson, pictured above with an even more useless hangover of man's complex evolutionary process on his right.
The hapless Tory candidate for London's mayoral elections has put his foot in his exceedingly large mouth again. Speaking on the BBC's Asian Network, the simpleton toff spoke thus:
"I'm down with the ethnics. You can't out-ethnic me. My children are a quarter Indian, so put that in your pipe and smoke it".
As much as I have no interest in the London (yes, that's right BBC, stop beaming us news about it in the North East!) elections, I can only say that if the good folk of London are mindless enough to elect this walking-timebomb, then they deserve what they will inevitabley get. He will make Caligula look sane.