It appears some parochial inhabitants of Westminster would have preferred Britain's Prime Minister, when asked whether he would stand for a third term in office when he has yet to complete his first, to obfuscate or fib. Better for a PM to pretend his passion for power knows no end date.
Dear Boris, Yesterday on your Facebook page, you posted a lengthy diatribe against 'Lefties', which captured my interest.
Some of my rivals for the nomination seem to believe that what is needed is distance from Boris. They think that criticizing and sniping at his time in office will somehow give them credibility in their own campaign. That's a huge shame.
The possibility of Iraqi Kurdistan achieving independence should not stop British ministers sending the artillery, tanks, helicopters, and heavy machine guns the Kurds desperately need to fight Isis - for all our sakes.
Sometimes it appears as if political comedy has disappeared, at least with regard to 'high' politics. Interest in politics - especially that involving Westminster - has diminished significantly.
The next morning, you call the landlord to fix these issues, but the number you were given is a fax-line and none of your neighbors seem to have alternative contact details to reach him. And you are only at day two of your two-year lease.
It's time to realize that our best hope of getting devolution and the powers we need to make things better is to stop asking for more money and more land, and simply make a case for better control over what we have. London is a Powerhouse with even more potential to maximise.
The FAC report and Boris in Erbil are substantial gains for the burgeoning Anglo-Kurdish relationship, which is greatly assisted by a growing global realisation that the Kurds are a vital ally. On balance, last week in Westminster was good for the Kurds and their friends, and made much sweeter by the defeat of Daish in Kobane.
In fairness, it can't be easy trying to get people excited about politics in the UK, especially when you've got the likes of David Cameron and Nigel Farage ignoring you like you've just crawled out of Downton Abbey's servant's quarters to feed them dinner.
It's entirely possible to love and hate London with ferocious, equal intensity. On good days, you're invincible. Because you're there, and you're living your dream. On bad days, you want to tumble over the edge of the world: frustrated, perplexed and fiercely clutching your Vegemite jar. Tomorrow, you'll rise, determined to endure.
If the Conservatives win the next general election, they will make any industrial action illegal unless a minimum of 40% of eligible members participate in the vote. Fair enough, some will say. I am not against the principle of democratic thresholds per se, but I feel that they can only truly work within a system that is underpinned by equity and fairness...
What has really driven me to stand as Mayor of London is the inequality London faces when compared to other areas of the country. London seems so often to be treated like a city filled with nobody but wealthy bankers, infinitely taxable to pay for services elsewhere in the country, despite our own city having some of the poorest areas in the UK.
But anyone who focused their reading this year solely on the present would have missed a bevy of worthy history books. In no particular order of merit, here are five standouts...
Politians are forever requesting that voters judge them on substance rather than style. Yet the realities of our telegenic age are that they are often judged on both. So is it possible for a political leader to simultaneously achieve success in both areas?
We don't just owe it to the young people who are most vulnerable to maintain our youth services, we owe it to all young people who have so much potential and are deserving of support that will foster and nurture their interests and needs.
My journey into this flourishing two-wheeled world was certainly eye opening. There is a whole cycling scene that I simply had no idea existed. Lets kick off with 'Critical Mass'. Who knew that on the last Friday of every month hundreds of cyclists meet under Waterloo bridge for a "self-organized, non-commercial, celebration, spontaneous gathering