Last Friday I tracked Boris and his Deputy Mayor For Policing round the Thames Estuary. Last Saturday I spoke about Boris Watch at Pro London. Yesterday I poked fun at the PR strategy adopted over the absurd Thames Estuary airport. Half an hour ago I opened the door to find six grim-faced policemen.
It turns out (unless this blog post ends suddenly) that they’d got the wrong house, but there you go. Envy my life.
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I’m still half expecting Lebedev to come storming through the back door any minute…
Did you hear that helicopter that was circling during your seminar on Saturday?