WITH the likes of Piers Corbyn, Laurence Fox and Shaun Bailey wanting to be mayor, are there other candidates of a similarly low calibre who could run our capital’s affairs?
Following his entirely accidental association with all of that sordid unfortunateness that close friends didn’t mention to him, Andrew could redeem himself by taking an interest in buses and getting stuck on zip-wires. Slogan: ‘I could be mayor, no sweat!’
The Mancunian vocalist and anti-lizard, anti-sheeple candidate could stand on a platform of making central London a mad-for-it, mask-free zone and organising a giant rave whose centrepiece was a bonfire of AstraZeneca and Pfizer vaccine doses. Slogan: ‘I wanna be a mayor.’
Mr London himself. Whatever was doing his nut in, he’d sort it out by giving it some. Slogan: ‘It’s awl coming over the top, innit? Slags.’
Was his melodramatic walkout from GMB a plan to take up a new career in politics? Sadly Piers would only have one policy – hating Meghan Markle. Wouldn’t really be helpful in meetings about transport infrastructure. Slogan: ‘Hands up who likes me and thinks Meghan’s a big fibber?’
As part-time prime minister, Alexander Johnson would have time for unfinished London business: converting Waterloo Bridge into a garden bridge, having water cannon on permanent standby and popping round to Jennifer Arcuri’s flat. Slogan: ‘Wha – I, ah, yes, world-beating. Yes! Er. Let’s get London done!’