Boris Johnson - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Mater phoned last night and said I must
stop trying to be a "gawd blimey cockanee bloke".
Pater did not spend all that money buying me a degree
from Oxford for it to be abused in such a fashion.

She's got some gregory, dont know
wat the old trout is on abart, I will
ave a word on the trumpet later.