If you believe what you read in the right wing press, you might imagine the prime minister was doing St Thomas’s Hospital a favour by dropping in on the intensive care ward.   This is a man, so dedicated to his role and his country that even as he was wheeled into the ward he was calling for another red box of government papers; so full of joyful vitality is he that other desperately ill patients in the ward responded with a spontaneous conger and chorus of the Lambeth Walk.

Codswallop.  Johnson has been transferred to the intensive ward care because he is suffering from a severe attack of coronavirus.  He was careless with his safety – and that of his pregnant mistress: which begs the question how careful has he been with that of the rest of the country?  It is ironic that a man who has made his career on the back of simplistic lies is now lying – on his tummy as I understand it –  to save himself, the subject of simplistic lies and half truths.  Even in his illness there is something phoney about Johnson.

One thing is for sure: he ain’t superman