Who's Lily-livered @ No 10?

"The man's an absolute oaf!"  Boy David was obviously annoyed, last night!  And - he was letting everyone know it.  "Just because that mop of yellow hair and I went to the same school - does not mean I have to like him!"

I wondered who this 'mop of yellow hair' was!  I don't think it could be Wailing Lad Clegg.  For starters, his hair isn't yellow and he didn't go to Eton!  The hush-puppy man who smells of cigars and whisky, he has a mop of hair but it isn't yellow and he is proud of being a north countryman.  So, who could he mean?

"It's that Mayor of London chap, the one called Boris!"  Arturo hissed in my ear.  He had slunk in round the curtains from next door to get some peace and quiet.  "If you think there's bluster here, you should try No 11.  Georgy is doing his nut because of that man Balls' comments."

"What comments?"  I asked.

"The ones where he says that Georgy doesn't know what he's doing with the economy and that we'll all end up in the gutter.  Georgy didn't like that one little bit.  He thinks he's an 'upstart', as he calls him!"

 "So - both our bosses are upset today!  Boy David resents his policies being called 'lily-livered' and Georgy hates being told he's wrong!  Right couple of know-alls, aren't they?"

Arturo and I pondered the situation.  It seems that this Boris, with the yellow hair, could well come back into the House of Commons again.  It also seems that he thinks he would make an excellent Prime Minister.  One commentator, who does not want to be known for saying this, thinks that Boris, with the yellow hair, has  'sheer ruthless animal energy'.  Boy David is a much 'cooler customer'.  A quintessential Englishman, in fact!

"Ah! Ha!,"  I said to Arturo.  "Beware the quintessential Englishman.  They're never as harmless as they appear!"

Arturo  nodded, as sagely as an old Tom cat can appear.  "I don't like the sound of this yellow haired man who has 'sheer ruthless animal energy'!  Sounds more like a pit-bull!  We don't want one of those in Downing Street, do we?

I pondered those wise words.  If yellow hair is like a pit-bull then what is our Boy David?  A springer spaniel?  A black labrador?  A bull mastiff?  Whatever the choice, it sure ain't feline!