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Those of us who once worked with Boris Johnson have had to get used to the notion of low performance. Since I am well paid for doing the work I always wanted, this is not something that I feel too often, but when a guy who once shared the tea that runs with you becomes prime minister and a global celebrity, must accept that there are maximums that have not reached.
In truth, I do not remember that Boris often obtained the teas when we work with the cheek by Bowl at the Westminster office of Daily Telegraph. But, again, there are tea runners and tea drinkers, and only the latter enter number 10.
I have never felt jealous of his success. But anyone who has worked with someone who becomes truly famous knows that the mixed sensation he receives when others discover that they were colleagues. On the one hand, they are suddenly interested, hoping that you drop a little juicy within them, even which I really should think about something more interesting than tea history. On the other hand, you notice the reevaluation eye of someone who concludes that he has just met the loser of that workplace.
But I’m moving away from the point. Until this week, I felt few, if anyone, jealousy pain. I also have friends who have been elevated to the nobility, again for political service, and this also gives me a lot of pleasure. The House of Lords is absurd in a dozen different ways, but I can think of few better use of taxpayers than to see it distributed to one.
Politically there is no need to reevaluate Boris Johnson. We all know what we live, and only the conservative party is desperate enough to ask ourselves if we would like a little more. I like to think that I could have immobilized the country as well as if my mind had said. But the news that, at the age of 60, Bojo has engendered his ninth son, well, I have to admit that he has left me astonished and feeling a bit inappropriate. Could you deal with a guy to become Prime Minister, but engendering nine children? As the man himself would say, cripes.
It is not so much the fertility that dazzles, although it also takes away your hat for you, old love. It is the care of young children in the sixties that I have to respect. I am getting tired of thinking about the scale of the obligation. It is true that his elders are adults now. But the four youngest are under six years. Even if he assumes that Bozza is not monopolizing exactly most of the domestic tasks, four children have to end up a little in the time of inactivity of one.
Oh really. Nine floors, just two shy from a Cricket team. Now that he is an alpha man and, to be fair to him, these were not his only efforts. It is true that Whig’s premier Earl Gray produced 16 children and the great reform law, but Johnson’s effort is still very accreditable.
My greatest achievement in the last year has been to ensure a travel card for more than 60 years. Meanwhile, this guy is struggling on his own to maintain the replacement rate of the United Kingdom. While others of their age are understanding their lost youth by buying Ferraris or joining the third space, the country is still repopulating. Talk about a father of the nation.
In private, there has been talk that Boris returned to rescue the conservative party, although his history when rescuing them is something irregular. But I have to ask myself: can you pay it? Now he is earning very good money, and a leader of the opposition salary will barely make a dent in four rates of private schools. Perhaps you are using the intermediate years to build a bank balance healthy enough to spend a few more years in Westminster. I don’t know. Those living rooms are not decorated.
Anyway, in the face of Johnson’s official production, my own device (and at this point I always insist on proving my wife for his important support role) is obviously weak compared. At least this is a man who can look at Elon Musk directly in the eye and say that he has fulfilled his obligations with blonde human survival.
Prime Minister, Brexit pressor and father of nine. There is a man who has thoroughly sprayed his territory. Maybe that’s why he never got the teas. He was saving his energy.
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