When the truth sinks in.

Contemplation of Boris

When the truth sinks in.

There was a point of vertigo when he realised that it had all gone seriously wrong.

I started a story about Boris as Sysyphus. It went a bit too far I suppose. It involved Boris climbing a mountain every morning pushing the severed but still incessantly talking head of Nigel Farage with a cricket bat. He would punt the talking head into the Aegean sea, only to be woken by Gove in a leather executioners mask to start the same task over again every dawn.