The Mayor of London has much on his mind these days – the financial crisis, traffic jams, crime rates … but above all bees. This is what happens when you elect amusing, lovable sociopaths to be mayors of major cities.
Recently there was a bee in Boris’s bedroom annoying him, so he “bound naked from the bed, brandishing the 580-page biography (unread) of Marcus Aurelius” and launched himself at the unsuspecting creature. However, at the last moment Boris held back because bees, he tells us, are “as threatened as the panda”. If you are lucky enough to have any bees in your house “you must treat them as honoured guests” because “the global bee population has recently entered a catastrophic decline” and “if the bees go, the human race will perish four years later”.
the bee crisis is no laughing matter. Colony Collapse Disorder affects us all. Would it be too much to suggest that the bees are the proverbial canaries in the coal mine?
ReplyDeleteno bees, no honey...
i am firmly behind boris on this one
Whiteflies killed my blueberry plant, and they have seriously reduced the vigour of my chilli plants. Why can't THEY be the ones to get screwed?
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
The Grapes of Sloth.
I am amazed that you have not taken the opportunity to heal the masses or at least alleviate their post-budget trauma by a few well-chosen philosophical adages. are you neglecting your mission?
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