Ken Livingstone appears, as if by magic. One minute he was not in the Dorchester hotel's boardroom, the next, well there he is, chatting away in his inimitable adenoidal slur and effusively shaking Thom Yorke's hand. In a moment Thom, who, by his own admission, feels a bit nervous, will interview the Mayor of London on environmental matters.

For now, they pose for some photographs. The effect of seeing one of Britain's most famous politicians - not to mention one of its most divisive - is slightly dimmed by the fact that for the last week his face has been like wallpaper, plastered everywhere you care to turn, in and out of the capital. ... Read full article