In his shameless and predictable 772-page account of events, the former PM forgoes the truth to paint a preposterous picture of himself as a man of destiny, too good for his own good

Unleashed is the title of this memoir, with a picture of Boris looking sexily tousled on the front. So what are we to think except that the author intends us to see him as an animal – one of those apex predators - who’s been let loose finally to tell the world how it was and how he is.