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From: Dr Livingstone Category: Art Date: 23 September 2009 Time: 05:48 AM Review: When One owns an empire one can suffer the predilections of a clown, if only for the sake of entertainment and the absurdity of reminding One's own foibles before and after a fall, a silenced Boris enables the wind to sufficiently cease into the evening, distracting the vigilant watchman from a porpoise like David Cameron swimming out to the fleet in the twilight calm, like a pink rubbery seal, he'll clamber on board the flagship whilst the glimmering lights of the distant shore flare and twinkle with a mutinous hoard of rampaging party political shore leave distractions. How long before they notice the well behaved Boris is a trojan donkey bursting to bray full chested nonsense at the evening standard, Liverpool and the audience of The News Quiz cheered on by the Bullington Nasties, what seemed an avuncular jester will be transformed into an Austrian Sunday Painter, he's simply not the silent type.....