So, having decided to roll out of the Palace of Westminster “for now”, Boris Johnson begins the exotic life of an ex-MP. Meanwhile, the Muse of History can sharpen her pencils and finally decide whether he was Britain’s greatest hero or the punchline to some appalling cosmic joke.
I’m ready to admit I don’t especially care for our former PM. I’ve only had one dealing with him which was rather like being harangued by a turbo posh Love Island contestant. It was all hair, little substance and the content knowingly scripted for totes emosh effect. He seemed to me to have the moral depth of an airline salad. In a perfect world, I’d have loved grilling him till he squealed on the GMB sofa (or at least given him a substantial gavelling on Judge Rinder) but I suppose that’s probably less likely now.
