Well that was different. Boris arrived at PMQs as if he were modelling for one of his cartoons. The strands of his famous hairdo were standing up like the quills of a cornered hedgehog. Had he just placed his thumb in a power-socket to get an energy boost?
Sir Keir was waiting for him, inscrutable, serpent-like, coiled for the kill.
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