I wasn’t going to comment on the election of that “tallest-dwarf” smug-faced buffoon into public office while I was in the US, except that now the deed is done, I am roundly looking forward to him being exposed for the zero-content publicity-seeking toffo timewaster that he probably is, and all his bold initiatives being exposed as the rather underthought and populist reactionary twaddle that they no doubt will reveal themselves to be in due course.

No-one comes here to read my whinging about politics, and the internet doesn’t need another blog pretending that London is Where It’s At, so I expect that most of the above can go unsaid.

However, I just spotted this on the BBC website:

I love the idea of news trees - juicy ripe news ready for plucking from the bough, or tumbling onto the heads of unsuspecting picnickers/budding physicists in Hyde Park. A bountiful harvest of golden news ready for pressing into RSS cider. Small birds making nests among headline twigs.

It’s like something that The Day Today (”slamming the wasps from the pure apple of truth”) would have come up with, and thus utterly at home in Boris’s manifesto.

Alas, the story itself reveals this fancy to be merely a typo, which is a shame because with all the stabbings and shootings in the city and the time we’re going to spend waiting for a Routemaster 2.0 bus that will never show up, it might be nice to have nugget of fresh news to nibble on (remember, editors recommend you have five a day!), harvested from a nearby tree, once in a while.