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No sacred cows

I love Boris for not firing me when I wrote a play about his sex life

13 July 2019

9:00 AM

13 July 2019

9:00 AM

Fourteen years ago, almost to the day, Lloyd Evans and I received a note from Boris. It was the press night of Who’s The Daddy?, our play about the various sex scandals that had engulfed The Spectator in the previous 12 months, and we were terrified about how he’d react.

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