a pale impersonation
For me, the most surprising fact to come out of Boris Johnson’s latest book, a biography of Winston Churchill, was how small he was: 5’ 6” on his tip-toes and with a chest of only 31”, making me feel like a superman. Of less surprise is Boris’s depiction of the eccentric ‘national treasure’ as someone whom the general public initially viewed as a cynical, self-serving, low-hanging-fruit-grabbing opportunist, but who then somehow turned out to be a thoroughly good egg all-round, burly and rum bumptious in equal measure and who single-handedly saved the country in its hour of need.
Remind you of anyone? You don’t need to be a genius to identify the depiction of a potential alternative to Cammy-Boy, but sadly, I suspect this eccentric and rum bumptious ‘national treasure’ would have no truck with the original’s other achievements & beliefs: the co-founding of the welfare state, a legally enforceable minimum wage, supportive labour exchanges and shorter prison sentences more focused on rehabilitation.
