Hello, this is the Red Box Podcast. I'm Matt Chawley. Yes, I'm still here, but

them's the brakes. Coming up on the day's episode, it's a bit of a jumble, if I'm honest.

It's not the usual collection of things. Clearly, I was on air today, as Boris Johnson

confirmed that he was resigning. So, to sort of shine blue through things in a sort of chronological

order, we kicked off at the beginning of the show with my tribute to Boris Johnson.

Oh, you may go down, go down, go down, go down. Ah, good morning, good morning, good morning,

good morning, I'm water morning. In the end, everybody leaves, Boris Johnson.

Brued by his charisma and way with my words, so many have been drawn to the

political pied piper, delivering his colourful, sometimes controversial quotes with a

wink and a smile. To him, it was only words, the mistake was when people tried to hold him to him.

The times kicked him out for lying. Michael Howard kicked him out for lying.

Liberal Londoners took them to their hearts and then turned their back. The main is

showed in the door. Never mind the wives and mistresses, allights and acolytes cast off

along the way. Now what, 53, 59 ministers have left him. The Chancellor, he appointed only 36

hours ago as left him. So, he prepares to stand outside number 10, his belongings in bin bags,

not for the first time. Nothing in his life became him like the leaving of it. He's leaving

like a chaotic, forgetful, diluted, selfish, directionless, friendless, childish,

thin-skinned, confused, narcissistic lunatic, as he led us. It turns out the joke is just not

funny anymore. The Heiner-Compolition, so successful for so many years, lost his fizz.

No more get Brexit done, no more build back better, no more levelling up, no more parties,

no more wallpaper, no more treehouses, no more jobs for carry, just, just no more.

Alexander Boester Feffel Johnson was born in New York in 1964, destined to live up to the

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