Boris Johnson’s principal parliamentary apologist sent out to defend leader from latest allegations of lockdown partying
How much must Boris Johnson hate Michael Ellis? There again, how much must Michael Ellis hate Michael Ellis? It takes a special kind of person to volunteer to be the prime minister’s fall guy. Someone with even a trace of self-respect might have looked wistfully at the lateral flow test, inked on a second red line and made himself unavailable. Not the delusional Ellis. He was at his master’s beck and call: ready at all times to defend the totally indefensible in an act of imagined nobility. All he asked for in return was a knighthood for this and previous acts of slavish devotion to Johnson.
It should, of course, have been Johnson who came to the Commons to answer the urgent question. After all, it was his party, in his garden, that he couldn’t remember attending. Short-term memory loss is beginning to look like the only excuse he has got. Feasible or not. But Boris has never been one to clean up his own shit. The MO of the Pikachu-lookalike with the toddler haircut has always been to generate chaos and let others take the rap. So brave.
