“I was thinking, Boris, you know, our dear Prime Minister Johnson. It seems to me he’s gaslighting us all. Always has done.
“Why’m I saying that? Think about it. He makes up promises, all the time. When he was Mayor of London right up to now.
“What sort of thing? How about airports out to sea, or lying down in front of water cannons. All that stuff about dosh for hospitals and nurses. Helping the poor. On and on. There’s an endless list of it. Look it up. There are even videos about it. From a lawyer or something. Hardly anything of what Boris promises happens. Or we get a slimmed down fudged up version of whatever he says.
“On top of that, Boris pretends he’s a bloke for the likes of you and me but if he’s questioned, you know, challenged, he’ll just spout some BS in Latin at you. Like, that’s like we all talk.
“And even his messy blonde hair is BS. I read that he roughs it up before he goes anywhere. Trying to pretend he’s lovable or something. Even if he’s dealing with something serious. I’m very sorry your loved one’s died but doesn’t my hair make me cuddly. It’s all image. All bull.
“But you know, whatever he is, he ain’t an idiot. He’s telling us all this stuff to make us unsure what to believe.
“I reckon he does it because he knows we’re mugs. We all sort-of want to believe bull if it suit us. We want to hope. That’s what people do. We hope.
“So? So that’s why I’m saying it’s gaslighting. And so you have to ask why. Why’s he so keen on fooling us? I mean, what’s in it for him?”
“A photo for Boris? How do you photograph bull? I don’t know.
“Photograph some blue sky – like we were supposed to get when he’d built his airport. How do you photograph quiet? I don’t know. Blue sky without any jets.”