I once saw Ken Livingston on the tube.
Pre-mayoral days (how did the London assembly come about? I don't remember, having recently dumped the GLC, being given the opportunity to vote to have another, ludicrously expensive tier of government??) he sat beside me in the lobby at the Palace of Westminster.
I can honestly say that he was the sweatiest, fat, shortarse that I have ever encountered.
I know not as to what colour his shirt was but it was almost transparent such was the outpouring of sebum and sweat.
He did have the good grace to grin sheepishly at me for inflicting his stinking carcass into my airspace.
Sent from my karzi while losing several pounds