Author’s note: Congestion charging began on the same days as Red Nose day, and I wrote an article that Tom declared “very good indeed”. A fantastic pun (Bet-rail) and, most interestingly of all, Julia Bell is now my wife
Ken Livingstone has hailed as a success the launch of his “Red C day” a charity event featuring clowning, buffoonery and world-class tom-foolery based around a hilariously ironic “integrated transport scheme”
The Red C day was conceived by Mr. Livingstone to provide a light-hearted way of gathering money from the public for much needed special projects. He explained on its launch that it would combine a mix of “comedy donations” and “joke fines” which would be used to collect money for his newly announced “Save the Ken” re-election fund. However, the money would also be going to several other worthy causes, explained Mr. Livingstone. “Many hardworking politicians are literally starving to death in the GLA. We must do everything we can to alleviate the suffering caused by this dreadful combination of famine and drought. Nowhere in this benighted city can you find a decent bottle of Pouilly Fumé or a single mouthful of langoustine au beurre de mélisse. How long can civilised people allow this outrage to continue?”
Red C day itself was marked by the display of a variety of red C paraphernalia including large red symbols painted on roads, massive road signs and a blitzkrieg of adverts highlighting the special charity event. Thousands of workers in offices and shops joined in the fun by appearing on camera in a new game show called “Beat the Snooper” whereby they either come into work using a variety of comedy vehicles or else pay a toll or fine. “I’m just doing my part to help Ken” explained magazine editor Julia Bell as she bounced down the Hampstead Road on her newly purchased Louis Vuitton space-hopper.
However, Derek Gadd complained that the opening day had been boring and the promised larks and shenanigans had not materialised. “We expected to see hundreds grid-locked luvvies taking part in ‘beat the camera stunts’ – you know attempting to launch themselves across the Thames using jet powered Hillman Imps, or furious actresses chaining themselves naked to Tower Bridge. But what did we get? Iain Duncan Smith mooching around with a load of whining butchers at Smithfield? At least they could have laid on some proper stars like Jim Davidson or Harold Pinter. I ask you. Is this what I pay my licence fee for?
However Mr Livingstone defended the launch pointing to a myriad of special events put on to coincide with Red C day. An army of clown-buses chained together so they can only travel in groups of three whilst randomly deciding whether to stop for passengers, sped around the deserted City roads. Satirical time-tables promised tubes and trains galore whilst offering the maximum number of cancelled trains, routes under repair and decommissioned escalators.
Mr. Livingstone also pointed to ambitious plans for the new cross-London rail-link – Bet-Rail. “Sure, we told everyone it stood for Better Rail,” explained a chortling Mr. Livingstone. “But everyone could see it was just a hilarious pun to show commuters the way they’ve been treated.”