The sunshine seems to have disappeared behind a cloud. If you're sitting in work, you'll just have to believe us. We're optimistic though: we're sure it's just for a little while. As residents of the British Isles however, it's necessary to be realsitic too. If it stays this overcast and muggy, we may be forced to abandon our park picnic frolicks and admit that al fresco dining is best done on the continent.

It is important to put a Euro flavour on the day though -- it is after all, Europe Day. (Happy Europe Day! Yay, ABBA!) If you too have packed up your hamper of croissants and champagne, we've just the place for you to go. Following up the royal theme, head to the Prince Charles cinema. Cinematic euro fest From Europe with Love looks pretty darn good.

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Remember when Charles and Diana got married? That fabulous frock with the train that went on for days. More than 3,000 guests in the invited congregation. 7 million viewers worldwide. Magnificent. Probably the only comparable event more magnificent since was her magnificent funeral, which was completely magnificent. Except for Elton, which had to be Tony Blair's idea.

No woman alive can hope in her wildest dreams to be as lucky as Diana. It's impossible to afford even the basic package of a simple wedding these days, and half of all newlyweds enter married life with a mountain of debt as a consequence of matrimonial expense. But, if you and your partner are crippled by the credit crunch, trembling under the pressure of impending debt for the rest of your lives, and your parents are clinging onto their cash 'cos they don't trust you to pay for a decent funeral when they're gone, there is a third way...

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Just as mothers bond with mothers over babies in the queue at M & S, badasses bond with badasses over their tattoos. Get yourself inked up and you'll soon find, as I did, that other folks with tramp stamps will crawl out of the woodwork and befriend you out of the blue. If you've just moved to the big city and have no mates I promise that you'll have new pals quicker than you can say, "Ow, that fucking hurts, dude!" if you get yourself a tat. Read more...

There's something pleasingly schizophrenic about London's pub theatre world, where artsy types in shemahs and skinny jeans rub shoulders with burly regulars in football shirts and sports socks - the former pretending to enjoy a warm half pint of some obscure eggy guest ale, trying to appear discerning yet down to earth; the latter completely flatulent on fizzy lager and not giving a shit.  Read more...

It's as if he never left. He's always going to be our mayor!

Of course they weren't speaking of Ken Livingstone, those words were for leftier lefty Fidel Castro. And that's, em, president, not mayor...

We're not quite sure what to think about this Boris win. Chances are, London's not going to change quite so much as Cuba. And even if newly-Tory London grounds to a halt, tangled in that blond hair, a lot of good things are bound to stay the same. Because, well, Cuba still has the Buena Vista Social Club, don't they. What's that? Oh right, scrap that -- London does....

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Yes, Glitterditch is still hung over from last night too. We must confess to having had a bit of a lie in. Which is why it's good news we can vote in today's London mayoral election until 10pm, probably whilst on our way out for another big one.

For those of you playing along at home with Ken, Boris, Brian, and the rest of the gang — or if you still haven't figured out for whom you're going to vote — our sister title, Westmonster, has ongoing coverage of the mayoral race.