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“No! Not another one! How many more of you Johnsons are there?” David Cameron is said to have exclaimed when he met Julia, Boris’s half-sister. Julia, we’re told, then took great pleasure in introducing the then-Prime Minister to Max, her other brother.
The anecdote popped up in a piece Rachel Johnson wrote for the New Statesman last year, where she gleefully concluded that, like rats, “in London you’re never more than a few feet from at least two Johnsons”. She was only exaggerating slightly.
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Boris Johnson, the Foreign Secretary and two-term London Mayor, was the first of the brood to make his mark on public life, but it now feels impossible to ignore the relentless rise of the boisterous, irritating, enviable clan that’s taken over politics, the media and everything in between.
From the Foreign Office to Jo Johnson’s post at the Department for Transport, Stanley Johnson’s appearance on I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here and Rachel Johnson’s turn on Celebrity Big Brother, via endless columns in the Mail on Sunday and Daily Telegraph, the family have set out to conquer Britain.
What do they really want, and can anything stop them from getting it?
When Boris Johnson announced his intentions to run for Lond
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The Sandpit, by Nicholas Shakespeare - Cressida Connolly
Nicholas Shakespeare's Oxford teems with spies
When my mother moved to Oxford in the late 1970s, there was a house in the Woodstock Road which she used to pass twice a day, taking my young brother to and from the Dragon School.
It was an unremarkable 1930s semi. Although house and garden were well maintained, the windows were never opened, no lights were switched on and there was never anyone outside, mowing or bringing in their shopping. She developed a theory that it was, in fact, an MI5 safehouse, used to store defecting Russians or for top-secret meetings. It made the school run a bit less dull. We used to enjoy making up stories about it.
If Nicholas Shakespeare’s new thriller is to be believed, my mum was probably right. Universities are well known as recruiting grounds for the secret services, but The Sandpit does not concern students. The Oxford of this novel is teeming with fully operational spies of many stripes: Iranians, Russians, Americans and British. (Not Chinese nor North Korean, oddly: perhaps these are being kept in reserve for a later volume.)
University laboratories are staffed by spies; they hover behind the stacks of books in academic libraries; they lurk in parked cars wearing disguises.