According to the Centre for Social Cohesion (readers, can you think of anything more 1984-esque and horrible than a Centre for Social Cohesion?)
Mayor Johnson has managed to recall one such incident from that era when a fellow club member, now a top city lawyer, had thrown a plant pot through a restaurant window and the police had been summoned:
â€œThe party ended up with a number of us crawling on all fours through the hedges of the botanical gardens, and trying to escape the police dogs.â€
Mayor Johnson did not escape arrest and, along with several other club members also arrested, was obliged to spend the night in police custody. â€œOnce we were in the cells we became pathetic namby-pambiesâ€, said the Mayor.
Of course, the scale of their misdemeanours does not begin to match that of Jimmy Mizenâ€™s killer. But, then, unlike him, David Cameron and Boris Johnson had had every advantage in life, including an Eton-Oxford education.
No, it’s not about the scale, you daft cunts. Call-me-Dave and Boris went out and were twats, in a harmless-aside-from-financial fashion (and mild financial loss doesn’t matter at all; if you think it does then you’re a blithering idiot). Harmless jolly fun; the sort of thing everyone should do as a kid; and only paranoid tools who fear a hoodie lurking in every corner worry about it.
The guy who killed Jimmy Mizen, although admittedly unlucky in that hitting someone with a glass bowl doesn’t normally kill them, did nonetheless hit a chap with a glass bowl. That’s a completely different issue, in that it involves actually doing violence against a person. If you’re too moronic to grasp this concept, you probably shouldn’t be writing for a social think tank…