David Cameron - My Fake Diary

Thursday, 13 September 2012

All summer I have had to listen to the crowds chanting the name of the London Mayor.

It happened again earlier outside Buckingham Palace, the blond bombshell getting more cheers than I did, despite, or perhaps because of, some distinctly unstatesman-like jokes.

Mr Johnson is the most public, most obvious stalking horse there is, a politician working relentlessly to advance his ambition to be Conservative leader and Prime Minister.

My friends have until now laughed off the Boris menace as not much of one.

If my biggest threat is an Old Etonian who belonged to the Bullingdon Club and is not even a Member of Parliament, I'm in a pickle!