Rachel Johnson’s Hair

I fancied having a chinwag about Rachel Johnson, you know, the sister of Boris Johnson, our former PM (let’s not forget why he got the boot).

But to be perfectly honest, I got dreadfully bored and couldn’t be arsed.

That’s the thing about this lot, they really get on my nerves. I’m absolutely gobsmacked by what her brother did, but why folks adore Boris is a real puzzle to me, always has been.

I remember the first time I clapped eyes on Boris Johnson on “Have I Got News for You.” He played the fool, pretending not to take himself seriously, yet all those stories about him were tales he spun to his chums.

They’re all in cahoots, the well-off and the rest of us. Their little trick was making out that millionaires sip pints in the local pub. I mean, come on, remember that snap with Farage, Johnson, Gove, and someone’s mum?

Do I reckon Rachel Johnson should be judged by her brother’s actions? Nah, but I can’t help but see her as Boris in a wig…