Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Vodka, kaolin and morphine: my welcome drinks at The Spectator offices

After I’d partaken of this cocktail with Mary Wakefield, I had my first encounter with a speechless Boris Johnson

‘I couldn’t believe my good luck at falling among such a fun crowd. Twenty years on, I still can’t’: Boris Johnson, Kimberly Fortier and Matthew d’Ancona at a Spectator summer party in Doughty Street Credit: Alan Davidson/Shutterstock

Already a subscriber? Log in

This article is for subscribers only

Subscribe today to get 3 months' delivery of the magazine, as well as online and app access, for only £3.

There’s no commitment, you can cancel any time.

  • Weekly delivery of the magazine
  • Unlimited access to our website and app
  • Enjoy Spectator newsletters and podcasts
  • Explore our online archive, going back to 1828

Comments

A blooming good offer

Join the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting the next 3 months for £3.

Already a subscriber? Log in