Over the years I have read countless biographies and very many memoirs, and autobiographies.

These included those by people in the entertainment business, such as Lenard Nimoy, authors such as Isaac Asimov, and Vera Brittain, evil political figures like Albert Speer, and Adolf Hitler, democratic figures such as Harold Wilson, and Margaret Thatcher, and military accounts by Lord Ismay, Monty, Eisenhower, and of course Churchill.

I don't think I have read one which was so entertaining, indeed at times, hilarious, as this by Boris Johnson. Of course the events are recent, so that any of us who are in anyway politically active will be well aware of them, while the author, unlike those listed above, may yet return to the fray.

His account of the way in which the Remainer establishment sought to negate the will of the people after the 2016 EU referendum, is enough to make one's blood boil. Having lost in a fair fight, they tried everything they could think of to ignore the democratic decision. From that useless PM May, whose efforts Boris rightly describes as an attempted surrender to the EU, to those of our current PM, who was active in the campaign for 'The People’s Vote', as if the previous one had been conducted among penguins, or some such.

The 2016 referendum was preceded by a long debate, in which Remainers had the support of most MPs, who saw the EU as a means of enhancing their career paths, most of the media, particularly the BBC, the bureaucrats, who loved the idea of governing without reference to elected representatives, bankers, and those of the selfish middle classes who preferred access to such things as Polish au pairs to feeling any concern about their own compatriots.

We Leavers had the support of a number of principled, and well informed, politicians and academics, much of the working class, who actually were paying the price of EU membership, those who put democracy first, and the knowledge that we were speaking the unvarnished truth.

When, despite this imbalance of forces we won, the Remainers refused to accept the result, describing Leavers as, at best, gullible, but usually as ignorant, bigoted, even racist, an absurdity given that the indigenous population of Europe is, like us, Caucasian.

Remainers have behaved like a spoilt child who, when having lost a football game, stands there stamping his feat, crying unfair, cheats, and demanding the game be played again.

Our American cousins have a somewhat vulgar expression that the Remainers should consider 'Suck it up'. They should accept the result, move on, and help us restore Global Britain, but of course they won't, so it is pointless trying to debate the matter further. We won, they lost, and that's the truth they will not concede.

It was only Boris who managed to achieve at least a partial, though not yet complete, Brexit. For this heinous crime he was later forced out by a lot of nonsense about cake. His account of the attitude of European leaders, particularly Macron, who were determined to punish the British people for daring to defy the bureaucrats of Brussels, and who to this day continue to attempt to undermine us, shows just how right we were to leave the EU.

I do not agree with much of what Boris says about net zero, but there is no doubt that he was attempting, on many fronts, to make this country a better place, and it is a tragedy that the Chinese virus totally turned the world upside down, and ruined his hopes. Again, the efforts of European politicians to belittle our vaccine programme, and expose their own people to increased risk, merely because they could not stand the thought that Brexit was proving to be a success, should immunise us against any thoughts of treating the EU as anything other than a political enemy.

That Boris was stabbed in the back by Gove, and later by that idiot Sunak, and the disgusting undermining of his position by supposedly impartial civil servants, has led us to the woke nightmare we now inhabit.

I thoroughly recommend this book to patriots, but not to the selfish denizens of the North London enclave, in which live so many of those long ago recognised by Orwell as the kind of people who hate their own country, and have only contempt for their own compatriots.

It may yet be that Boris will, like Cincinnatus, return to finish the job, which would be worth another book.