Boris Johnson - My Fake Diary

Friday, 13 March 2009

Rode on my Bike to the office today and not a bloody photographer in sight. Shame, cos it does wonders for my green credentials for a few snaps of me bravely pedalling along the lanes of London to appear in my local rag.

On the plus side it did mean I didn't have to stop at every bloody red light. I just hope those snooping hacks from The Spoof were not following me again trying to take an incriminating snap of me nearly mowing down some old lady.

Those guys are really the gutter press and that rag should be closed down. I suppose I could send environmental health round. Must dash - meeting Dave at the Commons at 10:00.

Don't think I need a shower, I'll just spray on some of this Brut that Ken left behind.