I have little love for Boris Johnson and am mortified to realise we have traits in common
Amid the greased piglet’s bluster, bloviating and shameless evasions, I see something terribly familiar.
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Nicholas Lezard
Nicholas Lezard writes the Down and Out in London column for the New Statesman.
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