Should Boris have been a van courier instead?

boris johnson as a courier

The Eccentric Dreams of Boris: Why I'd Rather Have Been a Van Courier

Good afternoon folks, Boris Johnson here, your jovial, somewhat disheveled Prime Minister. I find myself reminiscing today about an alternate universe where I'm not a policy-deciding, national-humour-supplying statesman, but instead, a humble van delivery driver. Yes, my friends, indeed! I often fantasize about a simpler life, careening through the narrow streets of London in a spiffing white transit, lugging parcels from A to B.

The Irresistible Call of the Open Road

Now, you must be wondering, "Why on earth would our beloved PM wish to swap the corridors of power for the potholed motorways of our green and pleasant land?" Well, let me enlighten you.

The road, dear reader, is a place of sublime freedom. It's just you, your van, and a list of destinations. You don't have to worry about Brexit negotiations, whether your latest haircut is trending on Twitter, or accidentally leaving confidential documents on a park bench. It's a heady mixture of fresh air, Radio 4, and a horizon punctuated with service stations and their glorious selection of pork pies. An appealing proposition, wouldn't you agree?

The Noble Art of the Courier

And let's not forget the crucial job couriers perform! These are not mere deliverers of Amazon packages; they are the last cog in the grand machine of global commerce, the stalwart bearers of vital documents, the unsung heroes making sure your new yoga mat arrives in time for your virtual pilates class.

A Van Courier’s Freedom

A life as a van courier promises freedom from the intense scrutiny of the public eye. Instead of engaging in a verbal joust in the House of Commons, you're vying for the last parking spot near the delivery address. Rather than wrestling with complex diplomatic relations, you're mastering the art of loading your van Tetris-style to fit every last parcel.

The Dance of Diplomacy Vs. The Melody of Motorways

My role as Prime Minister, much like a van courier’s, involves a fair amount of navigation. But whereas I navigate the minefield of international diplomacy and national politics, couriers get to navigate the literal, more concrete fields of highways, roundabouts, and the occasional unruly sheep. A simpler, less metaphorical challenge, one might say.

The Grass is Always Greener in the Delivery Van

So, my dear constituents, while I appreciate the high stakes and grandeur of the PM's office, I can't help but glance enviously at the van couriers. With their humble deliverance of goods and services, they symbolize an alternate life, a life full of tangibility and pork pies, free of red boxes and 'Prime Minister’s Questions'. It seems to me, in the twilight hours of cabinet meetings and policy briefings, an extraordinary attractive proposition.

In conclusion, dear readers, this may all sound like a jest, but there's an earnest longing hidden beneath the witticisms. Perhaps someday, you'll spot a blond mop of hair behind the wheel of a delivery van, rushing an order of novelty socks to an eager customer. And as the vehicle disappears around a bend, you'll wonder if that driver didn't bear a striking resemblance to a certain former Prime Minister.

Until then, dear countrymen and countrywomen, I'll continue steering the ship of state while daydreaming about a Ford Transit van and a horizon that never ends.

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