Dear Boris

Dear Boris,

Hedge your bets before it is too late, mate.

You may have heard talk about this double dip recession, Boris old mate. But have you noticed, everywhere you go in this great city, there are roadworks, scaffolding, building, Murphy vans, men in yellow waterproofs, road diversions… something is up.

I thought the banks were not supposed to be lending anyone any money cos they couldn’t be trusted? Somebody is definitely lending somebody something. I thought you had better know, as we are supposed to own the banks and all.

Of course it may well be if you live in an earthquake zone on eastern Turkey or bagged some cash out of Bagdad lately that London looks a fair bet to you. But between you and me Boris, I see a bubble, and I am (naturally) a West Ham fan, so I should know. Watch out mate, I would hedge your bets with your hedgie friends, if I were you.

Yours constructively,
The Last Living Cockney in Camden Town

P.S. I see that old codger Ken has caught you up in the polls, mate. Watch out, he is a crafty one, that Ken.