Which national politician would dare, in an age where so many people seem to have the attention span of a gnat and probably think Britain’s Got Talent is the epitome of culture, deliver a speech in near-perfectly constructed English complete with verbs, infinitives in their rightful place and containing many long and difficult words?
Who would refer to “endorphins”, describe tube trains as running with “metronomic efficiency”, speak of London buses as “great big dome-browed beasts”, and lay into Ken Livingstone and his pals as a “Marxist cabal of taxpayer-funded chateauneuf du pape swilling tax minimisers and bendy bus fetishists”? And who would get away with this without being condemned as a corny old ham?
There is only one answer to these questions: I speak, of course, of Boris Johnson, the Tory mayor of London, who has demonstrated once more why, for now, he is
