It will not have escaped the attention of anyone other than those living hermetic existences in the most remote outreaches of the globe (Tibet, Borneo, Market Harborough), that my efforts to support the downtrodden and bewildered have been recognised at national level:
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My first recollection of hearing the name Boris Johnson was in one of those quaint and slightly embarrassing charity appeals that interrupted the absorbing Les Dennis weekend on UKTVGold. I was touched, moved and inspired to hear of this threatened species of clueless and absurd old Etonians, one of whom had managed to find a Tory pocket borough in
This strange species breeds by sprouting young from their shoulders.