It was a pleasure commuting with you on the Jubilee Line this morning. I was the Metro reading, Ipod blasting woman sitting to your left who made the quip about Bob Kiley which, incidentally, wasn't fair on further consideration. Find me one American in London whose alcohol consumption doesn't career out of control in Binge Britain. Ahem.
No, my case of dry heaves aside, what I really wanted to ask you was why the sheer lack of competence in London's PR circles these days? And, no, I am not talking about the fiasco that was the Olympic logo - which incidentally I am finding to be a grower. Just last night I was mindlessly reading a copy of London Lite and I found myself warming to the pink cubist version of a shot putter. Or even if you reckon it's closer to a Yorkshire terrier or Boris Johnson's hair it's better than Beijing's chronic dancer.
The PR debacle I am talking about is Capital Radio's Lights Out London campaign. You know the publicity pimped event you are supporting which will involve getting people to turn off their lights and other non-essential domestic appliances between 9pm and 10pm on June 21st. Er, did you miss the minor catch? June 21st is the longest day of the year so it won't even be dark at 9PM. Most lights won't even be turned on in the first place.
Such stupidity deserves a capital L for Loser not London.