Just for JohnM
Then we are led into BoJo's lair. He's in there, as you might imagine, kerfuffling around with some beverages, jugs and glasses all lined up on his boardroom table like a middle-management conference at the South Mimms Novotel. The view is startling: Tower Bridge is slapped across the window like it's perched on your hooter as a pair of novelty specs. Vistas like this induce megalomania. Staring at that while chewing a pencil, even Frank Spencer would morph into Hitler.