"Crumbs, I thought. Crumbs was the word."
Boris Johnson. A man initially only made famous by appearing on a TV game show and being a womaniser and is now in charge of the country. Wait, doesn't that sound like anyone familiar to you?
HAVE I GOT VIEWS FOR YOU is Our Dear leader's 2006 Clarkson-esque cash grab collection of articles from the numerous publications he gets to write for. Firstly, there is an annoying and inconsistent, erratic timeline at the heart of this book and the dates the articles are written are only noted in the back. I found myself often confused at which period we were in. Johnson's editor clearly had one too many glasses of Moet that day.
Anyway, we join BoJo in the mid to late '90s itching to go and do reportage in a war zone. Any war zone, it seems. Whether it's the Gulf or Kosovo or Bosnia, he seems hungry for some sort of adventure. But the foreign desks of all the jobs he has (that only required one phonecall to the right person to get, incidentally), the response was a general,
"No you're ok Boris. You'll just take the terrorists to lunch..." Which to be fair, is probably what would have happened.
His constant propensity and insistence to ramble in Latin and comapring everything to a classic Greek myth for no apparent reason, leans towards the grating pretty much throughout. It's incredibly gossipy and often reads more like the soceity pages in Tatler than anything that can be described as journalism and when he does veer onto the literary track, he's often boisterous, petulant and borderline xenophobic.
Come on, what did you expect me to say?
Is Boris a racist? I would say NO, not intentionally anyway. Just that he happens to be Britain's most well educated, cloth-headed simpleton,who just happens to have the unfortunate platform to often spout rage-inducing claptrap and watered down bigotry.
There are some really good insights and countering arguments about racism, in general and immigration, a lot of which I found myself agreeing with him on. To a point. It's just a shame that he tends to fall on the side of ruthlessness at times. Just don't get him on devolution of the fair kingdom, we will be here all day. And the countryside issues, of course. The polarising issue of fox hunting, for example. Oh, those dastardly foxes!
It's a wonderfully telling read and with the benefit of hindsight, really does shine a light on why some would say he is so disliked by those within politics. Just, I imagine, with how he covered them in the national press before he became an MP himself.
When you think about it (and read here some of the evidence as to why that could have been seen as a bad idea at the time), he shows some balls. Not courage, just that textbook arrogance and bravado, which I have witnessed more than my share of dealing with the members of the Johnson family in the past.
I found many things in the book amusing, reading them after all of this time. Like in '95, when he devalues New Labour's new stance that the future of economic stability will have a lot to do with this new-fangled 'information superhighway' idea. He wasn't much of a progressive then, it seems.
He gets to do some cool stuff (flying in an F15 jet fighter, for example) and meet some incredible people (some that will go on to change the world), but all he does is whinge about Europe for the most part. Or the disappearence of British tradition. The threat to dear old Blighty and suchlike.
Granted, as an MEP stationed in Brussels for five years, he would have born witness to all the good and bad. The beuracrasies, hypocrasies and frustrating elements of the Union he so desired to no longer be a part of, even back in the mid 90s. But to be fair, he did have to live in Belgium. I mean, who on earth did he piss off?
It's a relief to hear how so generally anti-war Boris is in this book. But you must be having seen war zones first hand, right? I think that's part of the deal. But do I trust this man? Do I fuck. And neither should you now he has the keys (for the time being) to Number 10.
Surprisingly, he sings all of the greatest hits here too. Who can forget PICANINNIES, LETTERBOXES or the classic TOWELHEADS. Oh yes, he treats us to them all. All for the bargain price of £7.99!
A lot of this book. Well, so much of it is the guff and bluster you would expect from an out-of-touch, self-serving ninny. Johnson shows just how much when he is jolly well happy to chortle and bray and cheer for the hunters charging on their steeds following the pack of dogs tearing the flesh of other animals. He plays to typecast at a pheasant shoot as a bumbling, country buffoon. He strides straight out of a Wodehouse short story at a Scottish castle, the guest of landed gentry. Or when he complains of the hardships of flying home from his family ski trip, the poor thing. And when advocating speeding. That he thinks it's okay to refer to his fellow members of the house as gay gangsters or to call Jermyn Street tailors as 'tank-topped bumboys'. Indeed.
I shall leave you with this chillingly prophetic missive from The Telegraph in 2001:
"The experience of other countries' euro referendums is that the best way to acheive a NO is to ensure that the political establishment is in favour of a YES in which case the public has the exquisite pleasure of telling them all to go to hell."
And that's what happened in the UK in 2016, in a nutshell. He helped do just that and the SLIGHT majority duly did just that. Well done, Boris. You win the first prize rosette in the Under 12 electorate manipulation competition at the Market Snodsbury village fete.
The passage of time has not been kind to HAVE I GOT VIEWS FOR YOU and just paints the author as a pathetic curmudgeon whose eyes only light up when a pretty posh girl walks past for him to leer at.
And he is the one in charge now. Splendid.