Not so long ago I turned on the wireless (alright, alright, Radio 4) only to hear Stanley Johnson, in his plummy faux-British accent, telling who ever would listen, that the Brexit referendum is behind us.  We must all accept the result and get on with it, and that his son would make an excellent PM.

Today I read that the same Stanley Johnson has applied for a French passport.   I wish he would apply for a Turkish one and then go and live there, as far away from me as possible.

The family, self-centred egotists to a man/woman,  are beneath contempt.