"Dave Hill! Dave Hill! Can you hear me, Dave Hill? Your boy took a hell of a beating!"

Awwww, look at his ickle glum face!

Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear....

Boris Johnson's narrow re-election as London's executive mayor is a shiny consolation for a Conservative party battered in elections elsewhere, but a glum result for London and for the institution of London mayor itself.

Yes, the sight of toys leaving prams at maximum velocity is sweet, isn't it? Not everywhere, though, despite the few bitter clingers in the comments.

I leave the last word to one who knows well the sweet taste of victory:

Mongol General: Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?
Mongol: The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
Mongol General: Wrong! Conan! What is best in life? 
Conan: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women socialist backers.