The strict shouty lady

While having my hangover curing breakfast outside City Hall on a very bright Monday morning, I quickly noticed all us Brits had stripped down to our cotton shirts and dresses as it had reached about 14 degrees. One cyclist even cycled into a water feature while drooling at a tall brunette lady with a tiny summer dress which was hanging onto her shoulders for dear life. Hilarious!

Anywho

I've always seen Boris to be a man of power and control.

That was until I saw him at Mayors question time, sure he did well to answer a lot of the questions in an authoritative and some times humours way. But it was only during one of Boris's ramblings a sharp bark came from a women at the head of the assembly dressed in a tight tweed suit with poised lips. "WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT MR MAYOR, QUICKLY!" For a man thats in charge of running London, he sank in his seat like a guilty child. I think the entier chamber were generally afraid of her as she chaired the meeting. Then my heart stopped as I realised my phone getting a text in my bag was affecting the hundreds of speakers built into the seats around us causing feed back, knowing that if I didn't get it off sharpish she might come after me! I'd gone from cool and calm to a mess all because of a silly text! After Boris exclaimed he was Pro Soup the meeting quickly ended and I went off for lunch in the park with a friend.

Thank god for the nice weather!
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