When Guido Met Tyler

Guido collected from Wat Tyler on his wager that Basher Davis would lose. Wat turns out to be a trencherman and held his own even as we reached the second bottle of port, which followed err, well, I can’t remember. Wat paid up, and that is more than can be said for the antipodean money brokers who were drinking with us. A bet was made, stakes were pledged, Guido was looking at a grand profit – then they welshed. Proof that the genetic stock of Aussies remains criminal.

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Writing in this week’s Spectator Diary, the former Chancellor and Evening Standard editor attempted to encapsulate how Boris operates…

“My children have the measure of our prime minister. A couple of years ago, my son and I went for a lovely Sunday lunch at his house in Oxfordshire — where he has a Kalashnikov mounted on the wall. Boris suggested we play a game. A tug of war, but with a difference. The rope is tied around your waist and the contest takes place across a swimming pool. If you lose you end up in the water, fully clothed.

That’s Johnson for you: fun, inventive but ruthless. I suspect his brother Jo had one ducking too many.”

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