…is an understatement. Where was the witty, articulate man of bonhomie, wisecracks and sage insight? Who was this mumbling middle-aged man, who was mono-syllabic and dull? Sorry Bill, I still adore your prose, still exalt you and remember you affectionately, but I’m glad you went back to your day job. I was shocked by the contrast and confused. Who was the real Bill? The one on the page or the one in the flesh?
I met Boris Johnson in 2003 in Blackpool. I must say that he was very much his TV persona!
Let me assure you that I am no Boris fan!