[boris johnson] and the sound of breaking glass

Note the Bullingdon eyes. This is one aristocratic Rottweiler of a candidate.

Just a few words on Boris Johnson's former club:

‘I like the sound of breaking glass’ is one of the Bullingdon society’s mottos and particularly true of one member who, at L’Ortolan in Berkshire, took it upon himself to eat his wine glass rather than his Michelin starred meal. At another infamous Bullingdon garden party, the club invited a string band to play and proceeded to destroy all of the instruments, including a Stradivarius.

Harry Mount, George Osborne, Alan Clark, Lord Bath, David Dimbleby, Boris Johnson and "it has recently emerged", the Tories’ man of the people, David Cameron, were trained to the pressures of fame by the champagne quaffing, bellicose Bullingdon.

Cameron was a member of the club at a time when it was de rigeur to engage in the ‘man of the people’ pursuits of washing down “a cocktail of drugs with an honest, working class box of chips and a five pound bottle of wine”.

The boys at Asadodo put it like this:

So irresponsible was the Bullingdon indeed, that to this day those invited to join the Club's 20-strong membership are welcomed by having their rooms trashed (something which, admittedly, many students are capable of achieving without the aid of some chinless types in dinner dress) and then required to book a private room at a local establishment where the Club's members can drink themselves into near insensibility before reducing the room to a state where it would look far from out of place in Central Baghdad.

Compare this to Lady Ellee of Ely's take on Boris:

The reason I like Boris Johnson is because he is obviously very intelligent (and I have a weakness for brainy men), and the way he tends to smile and charm his way through life, through his various gaffes. At the end of the day, we know he is not perfect, but then who is? Ken Livingstone, perhaps?

Who said the female of the species doesn't have a weakness for the "bad boy"? And Ellee is 100% right about Red Ken.

Now whilst my own youth was spent, with the lads, starting forest fires, smashing milk bottles on doorsteps, taking harpoons to parties, creating crop circles of beer bottles in forest clearings around the fire, marrying girls I'd carried off into the woods to have my evil way with and brawling on ships - still, there's something ultimately far more destructive [except the forest fire of course] in the Bollinger antics.

Maybe you can't accept what I'm driving at here but there is a deep disrespect for and indifference towards what others hold dear in the Bollinger modus operandi and by extension, in Boris himself.

Board up your windows and hide the plates, that's all I can say. Lady Ellee hopes he can create dialogue in London. Boris would explain, as Claude and Eustace did in Jeeves and Wooster before going out on their all night rampage:

Well, Lady Ellee, you've got the agenda almost right.

This girl obviously thinks Boris is the goods. I do too. Vote 1 for Boris! Anyone but Ken.