I see that London’s hapless Mayor Sadiq Khan is tweeting like a man possessed, pleas for folks to travel to his great City this weekend for a mass exercise in anti Brexit Remoaning. I would have thought he has more important things to do.
I shall be elsewhere on Saturday, in Greece where youth unemployment figures are massaged by National Service and mass emigration but where only about one in three young bubbles actually have full time work actually in the Hellenic Republic. Suffice to say Greek youngsters, nor pensioners living on nine Euro a day thanks to EU enforced austerity, are probably not that keen on supporting Mr Khan and his elitist and generally affluent, buddies on the remoaner wankfest.
However I am visiting London today. I write to you on a train up from Bristol and the highlight of my time in Mayor Khan’s City will, fingers crossed, be getting on board my train home having avoided any exposure to the knife crime that plagues . London is expensive, the people are rude and it seems a rather dangerous place to me. Back in Greece where all my neighbours have guns there is almost no violent crime or indeed any crime. In London only criminals have guns or knives and appear increasingly keen to use them on all and sundry.
I see that Princess Meghan has expressed the view that her first child be born and brought up like any other kid in London. The witch! She wants it to be on drugs and having sex with its classmates by the time it is 12 and “carrying” a year later? How uncaring can you get, I must report her to the NSPCC before it is too late.