"Either way, it's bye-bye Boris and our hopes for a dancing robot this year."
No, he'll just ruffle his unruly blond mop, spout a bit of Latin, pluck another invented statistic out of thin air and continue to whiff-waff us with his piffle in his Telegraph columns
(someone has pointed out that he's had his hair cut/tamed recently and that it was 'a waste of £7.50')
Biting the hand that feeds IT
