Zero Tolerance

BoJo's new strict rules for public transport in London are making their mark in my neighbourhood. Yesterday evening, I came out of Mile End Tube and found four wardrobes dressed as policemen standing beside a metal detector, with a few police vans outside. Last week, there was a proper police raid on Mile End Road; I saw two boys pressed against a building wall, surrounded by coppers and a curious crowd.

This morning, the bus refused entrance to two children because they didn't have any photo I.D.'s to prove their age. Both of them - a scrawny muslim girl and a boy that looked like Forest Whitaker - were left standing by the bus stop with the biggest look of misery on their faces. Under Red Ken's rule, they'd have sauntered in without a second look to the driver.

BoJo means business.