How did you enjoy Thursday night’s Downing Street address by Prime Minister Smirky McSmirkface? Boris Johnson began by describing his morning: “I was at the nuclear fusion labs in Culham.” Please say a freak accident befell you there, causing you to emerge, if not with superpowers, then at least as tenuously adequate.
Alas not. Johnson’s tight-framed, air-jabbing, fist-banging, weirdly emphasised delivery is still like that of a Bloomberg pundit trying to make the currency markets sound scandalously interesting. Soon, he won’t have to.
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