A conspiracy theory created in thirty seconds. Here we go.

Out of all my friends living in London, only one voted Bojo in May's Mayoral election, so if you extrapolated from that, then Ken would have kept the Mayoral cape on his shoulders, yet Bojo still got in. The numbers don't stack on that basis. Murky eh. Dubious, perhaps.

If this was another country, one less attuned to democracy that is, you could even push out the notion of irregularities. It's certainly got that feel to it, and drafted in a particular drum-beating way - so deafening you can't think it through - it's plausible.

Except that something concocted in thirty seconds, can be refuted in fifteen. Just by a little glance at the composition of my friends, and more significantly the nature of friendship, which is that people of similar affinities intuit each other, in the same way that birds follow the same migratory pattern year after year.

We nose each other out. It's about shared sympathies, broadly adhering to a common view on life, sharing the same wavelength, give or take a few percentage points. So is it that unexpected therefore nearly everyone I know plumped for Ken, and not t'other ? Of course not.

Nevertheless, we're not a gang of one tune playing, Stepford like clones. Rose amongst thorns, or, thorn amongst roses, depending how you might want to look at it, there was still a single dissident voice who put their X against Bojo's name. And to this day, I continue to ask, why?