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Boris Johnson, Mayor Of London. How did that happen?
Johnson was the editor of The Spectator magazine from 1999, succeeding the similarly named but no relation Frank Johnson, up until 2005 when he left to join the shadow cabinet under David Cameron. Since then, however, his political career has really taken off, and unless you truly understand the British mindset it is hard to see why.
Boris comes across as a bit of a fool, given to the usage of obsolete, flowery and incredibly upper class language whenever possible. Don’t forget it was him who proudly reminded us all that table tennis was invented by upper class British Army officers, and used to be called ‘Whiff-whaff’.
He was embroiled in sex scandals, pictured wobbling across London on a bike more than a few times, has offended towns across the length and breadth of the country through insensitive comments, and yet for some reason we still love him. He wiffles about, all unkempt, unruly blond hair and odd manners, stammering and stuttering as he gets across a strange combination of classical references and upper class nonsense words. He made unforgettable appearances on Have I Got News For You, confusing, bemusing and seemingly entrancing everyone.
He is loved in London because he is different. No-one can quite believe that he has been given a position of authority, but it is undeniably amusing. He has carefully cultivated an image that brings him sympathy and humour votes – we love Boris because he may be an odd fellow, but he’s our odd fellow. NB