Unbeknownst to the organisers, the London 2012 Olympics had three mascots…Wenlock, Mandeville and the floppy-haired, oddly-shaped but strangely cuddly Boris Johnson.  Always good for comedy value, he lifts spirits faster than a drunk on a park bench and gets a gold medal for upper-class twitish-ness and bonhomie.

     But can the Tories really be thinking about him as their next leader?  A mascot is to bring luck, and who can deny the Boris Bounce at the games, but I’d prefer the country to be led by a sound economic brain.

     Actually, Wenlock couldn’t do a worse job than recent governments.  Maybe Boris has a chance after all…