The Wit and Wisdom of Boris Johnson
By Harry Mount
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2019 – the year that Boris took on the 'lingering gloomadon-poppers', pledged to steer the UK between the 'Scylla and Charybdis of Corbyn and Farage' and into the calmer waters of political freedom. Of course there was always bound to be 'a bit of plaster coming off the ceilings of Europe's Chanceries'.
Harry Mount has updated his edited collection of the Prime Minister's wit and wisdom with three new chapters dealing with Boris's time as Brexiteer-in-chief; Foreign Secretary and 'On the Threshold of Downing Street'.
He describes Boris's Brexit campaign, his leadership breakdown in 2016, his ups and downs as Foreign Secretary, his time outside the political establishment, his turbulent private life and how Boris felt it was his manifest destiny to become the prime minister.
So buckle up for a riotous tour of the million-pound NHS funder, golden wonder, pro-having, pro-eating blond behemoth. This is The Wit and Wisdom of Boris Johnson.
Harry Mount
Harry Mount studied ancient and modern history and classics at Magdalen College, Oxford, where he gained a First. He has written a number of books including the top ten bestseller Amo, Amas, Amat and All That (Short Books), A Lust for Windowsills (Little Brown) and How England Made the English (Viking). He is a former New York correspondent for The Daily Telegraph and has written for the Spectator, The Daily Telegraph and The Daily Mail. He is now editor of The Oldie Magazine.
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The Wit and Wisdom of Boris Johnson - Harry Mount
INTRODUCTION
On the eve of Boris Johnson becoming prime minister, at a dinner in Chiswick I sat next to someone who had been at Eton with him.
People have been writing Boris off since we were at school,
he said.
"At school, everyone said, ‘Well, the Boris act is great but it’ll never work at Oxford.’
When we got to Oxford, they said the same thing. ‘The Boris act is great but he’ll never become President of the Union or make it in the world.’
After he became President of the Union and graduated, people said he’ll never make it in journalism. When he became editor of the Spectator, they said he was far too chaotic to become an MP.
And when he became an MP, they said he’ll never become mayor, let alone prime minister."
Well, now the Boris act has taken him all the way to Number 10. How on earth did it happen? This book unpeels the planet-brained, blond onion that is his character.
I first discussed this book with Boris in a Tower Bridge pub, at the 2012 launch of his sister Rachel’s novel, Winter Games, about upper-class English girls in Nazi Germany before the war.
Rachel – no slouch in the PR department – was in lederhosen and had laid on an Oompah band and plates of bratwurst to get us in the Teutonic mood. Her speech – on how to give a launch party – lampooned the limp party-planning advice of her fellow Penguin author, Pippa Middleton: First, you’ll definitely need some drink…
And then Boris arrived – late, as usual, but genuinely trying to be as surreptitious as possible. He didn’t stand a chance. Like Elvis turning up at his kid sister’s party, he was mobbed on all sides by friends, relations and complete strangers. In a bid to deflect attention, he tried to make himself useful – he made for the bar and proceeded to send a convoy of glasses of red wine over the heads of the throng to his then-wife, Marina, and various other members of the Johnson clan. The I’m-just-here-to-help ploy didn’t work; the crowd of acolytes circled closer, pressing him up against the bar.
It’s hard to overstate not just Boris’s fame, but also the affection he was held in then – a lot of that affection evaporated after the 2016 referendum.
Much of the reason for that affection was the well-practised, mock-bumbling, Latin-loving routine – Billy Bunter meets Bertie Wooster meets Professor Branestawm. But he is also very unlike most politicians – often a humourless, didactic, upwardly managing group – in that he is extremely adept at spreading the love, in all directions.
At another pre-referendum book party – yup, another Johnson, this time his father, Stanley, was launching a collection of his journalism at the Marylebone branch of Daunt Books – Boris was besieged by customers who happened to be in the bookshop at the time. One pensioner wanted her photo taken with him; another berated him about the Tory policy on Europe.
A friend of mine, a lady in her late seventies, went up to him and said, I think you’re much better than David Cameron [then the prime minister], and should really be in charge.
My devotion to the dear leader is absolute,
said Boris, with such intense mock-seriousness that you couldn’t help but think the opposite. He threw in a bat squeak of flirtatiousness, too. With a gleam in her eyes, my friend confessed to me afterwards that she had been utterly bewitched by him.
With none of the crowd, at either party, did he show the slightest flicker of irritation, nor employ any of the code words that suggest the speaker wants to end a conversation – Well, it’s been lovely to meet you
, that sort of thing. He naturally inhabits the hallowed, clichéd persona of the ideal politician – he remembers you, and he makes you think that he really likes you.
At his sister’s party, I couldn’t get close enough to thank him for letting me do this book, but he singled me out with a thrusting index finger.
Harry!
he boomed, as if we were bosom childhood companions who hadn’t seen each other for decades – rather than friendly old work colleagues (I worked at the Daily Telegraph with him for five years) who bump into each other quite a lot.
I went on to thank him. He professed to have no idea at all about the existence of this book – even though he had given it the go-ahead the week before. Despite his prodigious memory, there is a small chance he may have forgotten all about it. Although many of Boris’s friends say he’s lazy, the volume of work he deals with, as an MP and journalist, is colossal. On Wednesday evenings in the early 2000s – when I was his Telegraph editor – not only did he deliver his Telegraph column, he also wrote the leader for the Spectator, went to Prime Minister’s Questions (PMQs) and wrote a car column for GQ magazine.
Then again, the chances are, he probably did know all about the book. Part of the Boris mystique is to veil all sorts of things in a miasma of faux ignorance – it flatters the person he’s talking to, who then comes across as knowing more.
When he was appointed Shadow Arts Minister on 7 May 2004, his response was, Look, the point is… Er, what is the point? It is a tough job, but somebody has got to do it.
Daniel Hannan, the Conservative MEP, says of Boris’s pretend stupidity, It’s a great rhetorical trick to say, ‘I’ve got five policies – erm, what are they?’ He’s brilliantly worked out that English people don’t like clever intellectuals, particularly in the Conservative audience he wants to appeal to. There’s a smooth machine under the buffoonery. It’s not an exaggeration to call him a genius.
The faux ignorance technique also doubles as a perverse device for advertising his intellect. An MP friend of mine describes a three-way conversation he once had with Boris and a conservation expert. They were discussing the best way to save the African elephant.
The thing you’ve got to do is sell off the land to private investors,
said my MP friend.
Christ, that seems awfully odd,
said Boris.
Well, if the state owns the land, then the wardens just poach the elephants for themselves,
said the MP, but, if you privatise the land, and reward the wardens for increasing tourist numbers, then they have an interest in the elephants surviving.
The conservation expert turned out to be rather impressed by the MP’s line. Noticing the transfer of the limelight, Boris quickly shifted gear from clueless ingénue to African elephant expert.
Ah, yes! It’s coming back to me – the McTavish report, isn’t it? Now of course it’s worked much better with Tanzanian elephants than Zimbabwean ones…
The faux ignorance ploy has other benefits, too. Because the public have – front of mind – the idea of Boris as a bumbling fool, they let him get away with highbrow references. In his 2012 Tory Conference speech, Boris talked of the eupepsia, euphoria, eudaimonia
brought on by the Olympics. No other politician could use words like that without coming across as too dangerously clever by half.
His that’s-news-to-me-guv approach also helps get him off the hook. He used the technique many times during the years I edited his Telegraph column. Week after week, my Wednesday nights were destroyed by Boris filing so late. His Telegraph column was the last thing he did – long after the Spectator had been put to bed, PMQs was over, and the GQ car column had been filed.
All the other regular columnists on the Telegraph had to file by 4 p.m., and they kept rigorously to their deadlines. Boris was given special dispensation. Again and again in his professional – and his private – life he has been given special dispensation by friends, family and frustrated colleagues who can’t help but like him. As his biographer, Andrew Gimson, told me, He’s like the boy in the nativity play who’s forgotten his lines, whom you’re longing to help out.
So Boris was allowed to file by 7 p.m.; but, still, week after week, he was late.
On the dot of 7 p.m., I – and, over the years, many other colleagues on the Telegraph comment desk – would ring his mobile. The old, hyper-friendly voice would boom over the phone.
Should be with you now, boss,
Boris would say, with his ability to lay on flattery with a super-sized trowel. It’s ridiculous when he introduces me at parties as his old editor
. His prose never needed an editor – just a poor chimp prepared to check his emails late into the night on Wednesday evenings and send Boris’s word-perfect, pitch-perfect copy on to the subs. But the head still swells a bit when the great man apparently defers to you, even though you know, in his heart, he defers to no one.
It helps that Boris has an exceptional memory for the times he’s met you before. Bill Clinton did the same, filing people’s names and details in a Rolodex, and remembering them many years later. Boris manages without the Rolodex and those who come across him – and work for him – reward his prodigious memory with affection.
A builder who once put up an extension in Islington