“Rubbish, rubbish, you’re talking rubbish!” cries the Mayor of the greatest city in the world.
“Boring, boring, boring!” chants an elected member of the assembly that’s supposed to be holding him to account.
Welcome to Mayor’s Question Time at London’s City Hall.
Labour leader Ed Miliband worries that the weekly bun-fight at Prime Minister’s Questions in Parliament “subtracts from the reputation of politics.”
He should take a stroll eastward and cross the Thames. He’ll see how Mayor’s Question Time leaves that reputation in shreds.
The Mayor is of course, Boris Johnson who sits at the centre of a […]
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A former dock worker, 60-ish, ruddy-cheeked, and too big for the bar stool in this central Liverpool pub. Not somebody I’d expect to find channelling my thoughts. But yesterday, we were in tune on Margaret Thatcher.
This past week and a half, I have avoided almost every word written about her. I have turned the pages of the newspapers unread, ignored the radio and television programmes, written nothing, and commented only once. (I was caught off guard when CBC Montreal called in the middle of lunch, broke the news of the former Prime Minister’s death, and put me straight […]
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