In defence of Boris Johnsonmain
A couple of weeks ago, just after the Brexit referendum, I was accosted at a memorial service by Stanley Johnson, head of the clan.
‘Why won’t you take Boris seriously?’ he demanded.
‘Because I know him, Stanley,’ I replied. He had no answer to that.
Boris is Boris as sure as Brexit is Brexit.
But the fuss being made about his appointment as Foreign Secretary is inflated and absurd.
The UK media are having a field day, as you’d expect. But when EU ministers and politicians hurl abuse at Boris as a clown and a liar we need to get a spot of perspective.
Boris is Boris.
He’s not the French president, a serial philanderer with a personal hairdresser on a 100,000 Euro salary.
He’s not Italy’s former prime minister, who blew tax money on Bunga-bunga parties.
He’s not Germany’s Chancellor, who stands by while a comedian is dragged through the German courts for remarks he made about the Turkish president (Boris won’t be seeing Erdogan any time soon).
He’s not the rightwing Polish prime minister, who routinely abuses foreigners.
He’s not the Hungarian…. oh, we could go on and on.
Boris is Boris. He was a bloody good Mayor of London who beefed up the Olympics, made the buses run (more or less) on time, cleaned up the air a bit and opposed a monstrous expansion of Heathrow. He nurtured the arts and launched a successful charity for young people to learn to play music.
He’ll be a decent Foreign Secretary. Get used to it.