Hang on, my gloating liberal gonads have oozed a little. I'll put a towel down.
As I was saying: the tapes are out.
You know, those tapes, the tapes from 1990 that seem to suggest that the current Mayor of London is willing to break the law in order to help Darius Guppy (Darius. Guppy), his chum from Eton and Oxford, arrange an assault on a journalist who had got his blood up.
Dispatches has excerpts. Go, listen to them. Listen to the current Mayor of London offer to give Guppy that journalist's number. Listen to the current Mayor try to ascertain just how badly his friend is going to beat this guy up.
They've got the tapes out, they've finally got them out. Gods bless the internet.