E.Although we were born six weeks apart in the summer of 1964, I never had the feeling that I had much in common with Boris Johnson. In fairness we both went to Oxford University, but I suspect our experiences there were quite different. Let’s put it this way: my invitation to join the Bullingdon Club was lost in the drawer. Although we both like to ride bikes, write newspaper columns and perhaps dress less than flawlessly, I share with the man a tiny amount of solidarity between the generations.

Wait a minute, what’s that? After their sly wedding on Saturday and a two-day trip to the seaside, it turned out that the newly wed Johnsons would not be on their honeymoon straight away. Neither in the