Letter to my first-born Jonathan:
One of the good things about you flying to Manhattan yesterday to begin a secondment with your employers is that you won’t be in London on May 3 to cast a vote for Boris Johnson.
Just why anyone should vote for this fop is beyond me, and it’s a sign of the failing powers of fatherly persuasion that you did at the last election.
Boris is pictured here in the £1,200 penguin uniform of the Bollinger club, a cricket and hunting club open only to very wealthy undergraduates at Oxford University, and specialising in the vandalism of hotels in which they held their dinners.
There is the possibility of course that if Boris is beaten by Ken next week he will subsequently be championed to replace his second cousin David Cameron as leader of the Tory party. But after that I end with his own words…
“I have as much chance of becoming Prime Minister as of being decapitated by a frisbee or of finding Elvis.”