Has Boris Johnson new respect for women? Let’s ask the one he calls ‘old grumpy knickers’ | Catherine Bennett
In his memoir, the great inseminator has little good to say about the women around him
Women can’t – surely – be the only ones curious to know how, after his well-documented career in sexual incontinence, Boris Johnson has managed to weave this dismal tale into Unleashed, a memoir largely about his parallel preoccupation, politics, and which his publishers describe as “unvarnished”.
Will it feature some tribute, however glancing, to the young women he persuaded, when in one important job or another, to share the burden of his narcissism with the second Mrs Johnson and their children? Some of these women also became pregnant by Johnson, a father of at least eight , whose personal dedication to population growth remains, given the book’s rudimentary allusions to family life, a mystery. The only girlfriend to feature is, it turns out, “Carrie”, the third Mrs Johnson, a person who, in a memoir otherwise bloated with irrelevant detail (Damian Lewis’s “brother was in my rugby team at school”) unexpectedly appears as successor to “Marina”, herself identified by way of disambiguation as “my wife in 2016”.