Bo’ selecta. It was a balmy July morning on London’s Doughty Street, and the Shadow Arts Minister was an hour late for our interview. His long-suffering PA implied this was the norm rather than the exception, and offered me more tea. Soon after, Boris Johnson finally tumbled in, his faithful bike in tow, apologising profusely. He’d been at a stag party (on a school night no less) and was suffering the consequences. “We’re all of us far too old for that sort of thing, very embarrassing really.” His look that day: disheveled Dulux dog.
For Esquire’s annual music special, the future Mayor of London had agreed to do an informal Desert Island Discs. He did not disappoint. This was printed in the October 2004 issue. (Click on the article to expand.)
Photograph by James Burns