Well, what can one say, socialismus mortem bellissima, what?? And now my fellow Londoners and myself can press on with the vital task of forcing down wages in order to drive up living standards, well, living standards of myself, what, ho ho ho. No, confutatis maledictus tradeunionismus. My own salary, what, ho ho ho, I knew you'd ask that, not as much as I jolly well deserve, what? Health and safety? Load of old tosh, look at me, I ride a bike.
Boris Johnson is bribed a quarter of a million pounds a year by the Daily Filth-O-Graph in order to write dire, predictable and boring anti-democracy stories on behalf of its owner, the Bizarro Twins. His mayoral salary is much less than this and is widely seen just as coke'n'totty money.
I SAY, KEN, DO STOP CRYING
Well, lessbeclear, as leader of the Labour party, I don't believe in working people myself but I must say that mr wossisname was a very effective thingummy for them, - advocate, is that it? - and he will be sadly missed and my thoughts are with his friends and wossanames.
Well, when they broke him they made the mould. In all my time in well-paid and untaxed public service I never thought this moment would come but now that it has it would be foolish of me to say that I won't stand again for mayor because I will. Without wossisname the people really need me to get rich for them, not that I do it for the money. No he's right up there, wossisname, in my own pantheon of heroes, right next to Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness. That'll be twelve hundred pounds, please.
sings: Maybe it's because I'm a Lahndunner.