Boris Johnson: Hysterical mourning for EU is a contagion which defies truth
On Friday, I heard a new dawn chorus outside my house. There was a rustling and twittering, as though of starlings assembling on a branch. Then I heard a collective clearing of the throat and they started yodelling my name - followed by various expletives. "Oi Boris - c---!" they shouted. Or "Boris - w-----!" I looked out to see some otherwise charming-looking young people, the sort who might fast to raise money for a Third World leprosy project.
They had the air of idealists: Corbynistas; Lefties; people who might go on a march to stop a war. And so when they started on their protest song, I found myself a bit taken aback.
"EU, we love YOU! EU, we love YOU!" they began to croon. Curious, I thought. What exactly is it about the EU that attracts the fervent admiration of north London radicals? It was the first time I had ever heard of trendy socialists demonstrating in favour of an unelected supranational bureaucracy.