Well just to round up a very peculiar week indeed.
Yesterday Boris Johnson took up his birthright as the grand leader, milking every second as he entered the hall to applause from his adoring public. Bo-ris Bo-ris echoing as he walked to his podium.
But to be frank that was the height of the next 40 minutes.
His laziness had meant that he really hadn’t bothered much about his speech until apparently a few minutes before he entered the hall.
The main theme was that Parliament, the elected representative of the people, was a load of rubbish, and he, Johnson, elected by a few thousand adoring members could do as he pleased. Never mind the law of the land, never mind what the electorate actually wanted.
The hypocrisy was breathtaking.
He then went on sounding like a mediocre music hall artist who raises a titter by making rude remarks about various people and then seemed to run out of steam.
Somehow he had to fill up the next 30 minutes so did so by resorting to recycled jokes from his Telegraph column, talking about his favourite subject - himself- and lies.
What he didn’t seem to realise in his little narcissistic world was that he was dying on his feet. He was hopeless.
That was it. They applauded - of course they did, but it was noticeably less adoring than when he entered the hall.
As Crace said
“The emperor had no clothes”
The end of a very peculiar week indeed.