"Biff" Johnson

The Guardian magazine brought a reportage on Boris Johnson, mayor of London, this weekend and for me, a utter ignoramus, it has been a stunner. What a character! Ha, ha, ha. It seems like from time to time and from place to place a politician -who is not a politician- shows himself as a naughty boy, a life-liver, and charismatic, comendiantic clown. That is Boris Johnson or at least, that is Boris Johnson's image as emerges from the interview and portrait of Simon Hattenstone this weekend. C. tells me that everybody hates him, but is it true? I had a good time having my coffee, eating my Benedict Royale eggs and reading this story on Saturday morning. A total healer.

Watch this! Yea, it is the mayor! And now, find the 5 differences between these two photographs:

                                             Boris Johnson

                                          Biff Tannen   

I must say that I've tried the Boris bike today -whether is Boris' or Ken's it is irrelevant here- and after 1 minute, a car passed me by and splashed water from a puddle. How come?? Where the hell did this puddle come from? It's been dry and sunny this weekend. Nice. It must've been a bug in the matrix. Oh, the town's been marathonianly colorful today, an explosion of live and youth.

Perhaps, characters like Boris or his public image -his face and dishevelled hair, his affairs, his "white" lies, his ambition, his eccentric behaviors, his funny comments and out-of-the-blue speeches- reminds us of something that we tend to forget quite frequently: that life has not necessarily to be that serious to be fully lived.

In Trafalgar Square, a million people in high-definition telemascope swarms joyfully in a thousand of groups. A man is singing and playing this, one of the beauties of this world.