I'm standing on an outdoor wooden stage. Next to me is Boris Johnson. He's in some difficulty - his feet have broken through the stage and he's stuck uncomfortably. I gesture to a large crowd of people in the field where the stage is - they're all tabloid journalists. Like a pack of wolves, they're all eager and baying for blood.
"Here he is!" I shout, pointing to Boris.
And then I wake up.
1 comment:
you cruel man to do that to boris, you should have protected him!
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