THE BOYS ARE BACK

Since there has been no sign of the Police, Immigration Department, UK Border Force or any other official body checking up on him, Wilson has finally judged it safe for him and his brother Byron to emerge from the Brexit Shelter and resume life above ground – albeit, he spends quite a lot of time looking nervously over his shoulder, and always checks the spy-hole before opening the front door.

W is finding it very difficult to get warm after his chilly subterranean sojourn and insists on wearing a shawl until his body temperature returns to normal – a process he is encouraging by consuming copious amounts of very hot coffee laced with gin.

During their time underground there was much opportunity for thinking and talking, and Byron spoke at length about a subject close to his heart – Modern Art – reminiscing fondly about our visit to the Turner Contemporary Gallery in Margate last year.

Wilson has told me that these chats have given him a Brilliant Idea to generate some income – just to tide him over until orders for his BorisBoard®™ start to pour in. 

He hasn't told me what the idea is, but obviously, I'm expecting the worst…