Cripes. Yours [BORIS JOHNSON] truly is in a bit of bother. Or perhaps I should say a bit of Bozzer! You know how it is. You have a few glasses of wine too many at lunchtime and you wake up six months later to find your publisher is wondering how your book is coming along. So you start writing in a panic, only to remember that a few keys on the laptop don’t walk. Dammit, I meant work. Still, I’m sure everything will be OK in the end. As Sappho once said – I think it was her – nothing can beat a stream of unconsciousness.