Time for me to begin drowning my sorrows I think. This once-great city, of which I was proud to call myself a member of, will soon become nothing more than the laughing stock of the whole world. A modern, diverse city, where people of all creeds and race could live alongside oneanother in harmony was suitably represented by Ken Livingstone, a socialist and social campaigner, who did his better to create a more egalitarian city.

However, those in the suburbs (who aren't true Londoners anyway) have elected in a dangerous right-wing buffoon, a man proven to have lied about affairs, a man who was sacked as a journalist for literally making up stories. A man who has been given everything he has ever wanted, without doing any work. A leftover of a shameful, class-driven chapter in our history, a Wodehousian caricature of everthing that is wrong with the Upper Class. An Old Etonian and Oxford boy whose hobbies in his youth involved prancing about in a ridiculous costume and attacking restaurants. A man whose casual racism has spread to equating everyone from Papua New Guinea with cannibalism and referred to Africans as "Picanninnies" with "Watermelon smiles". This man is now unofficially Mayor of London. In this role, I am sure we will have plenty of laughs. The "Gungadinks" with their corner shops, the "chicken eating sambos". All the qualities are present in this man to turn London into a joke, laughed at by the other major cities of this world.

To those in the Outer Boroughs who caused this with their incessant whinging about the Congestion Charage, a measure designed to reduce congestion and pollution, in doing so helping to save the planet, thank you. To those in the Inner Boroughs, we have once more proved ourselves to be far more enlightened and forward-looking, yet we were not enough. The ignorant hordes have won.

Goodnight Mr Livingstone. You served us well. Mr Johnson, I wish you no luck whatsoever.