Not for the first time, the dashing Iain Dale has bashed up our mighty mayor:
I've read some emotional twaddle in my time (indeed, I have written some of it!) but Boris Johnson's Telegraph column today really does take the biscuit. He seriously argues that the BBC licence fee should be retained because if it were abolished there would be no Last Night of the Proms. No, really. Utter codswallop.
Hmm. Well, even if there were still a Last Night of the Proms there would also be more Endless Nights of Dreck - even more than there are now. Parking that insight for a moment, though, The Blond's vivid defence of Auntie, the evil left-wing oppressor of our great nation's once-free people (etcetera, etcetera), underlined the perceptiveness of readers mirabeau and Input commenting here in connection with Boris's dream of a New Routemaster. In certain ways he's quite the public service nostalgist. So much for Bullingdon beastliness. He'll be leading the Labour Party next. And to the Left.
