LETTER TO THE SPECTATOR:
Oh dear. We've only just got the print edition of your 2 July issue here in Hong Kong. My near namesake, James Forsyth, must have just put his piece to bed ("So will it be Boris?") when Boris quit, having been stabbed in the back by Michael Gove.
Yes, the very Gove of whom Forsyth had just written "For a start, they bonded: Gove came to see Boris as someone who could not only become Prime Minister, but would also be a very good one."
It seems that if a week is a long time in politics a few Brexit hours are an eternity.
Peter Forsythe ..... etc
Oh dear. We've only just got the print edition of your 2 July issue here in Hong Kong. My near namesake, James Forsyth, must have just put his piece to bed ("So will it be Boris?") when Boris quit, having been stabbed in the back by Michael Gove.
Yes, the very Gove of whom Forsyth had just written "For a start, they bonded: Gove came to see Boris as someone who could not only become Prime Minister, but would also be a very good one."
It seems that if a week is a long time in politics a few Brexit hours are an eternity.
Peter Forsythe ..... etc
