Suddenly Boris Johnson’s idea for a vanity photographer to record his every imperial move didn’t seem quite so good
You could tell that Boris Johnson thought he had just about got away with it. The last prime minister’s questions before the February recess safely negotiated. Two whole weeks ahead in which he could try to stop his backbenchers from thinking about parties and get them to focus instead on why they may possibly want him to remain as their leader. An uphill struggle, admittedly. But at least he had bought himself some time. Right now, every day longer he remained in Downing Street was a bonus.
The guilty smirk had been replaced by a wide grin. The toddler haircut ruffled totally out of place. The bullshit meter off the scale. The bouncing up and down as he waved his arms excitedly. All was well with the world. Well, enough anyway.
