Another pie-in-the-sky, cloud cuckoo land showing from Johnson tonight. I love you, Laura, but you were too soft on him. So he's going back to Brussels to get "a deal" and he's well, sort of got easy answers for the backstop and why don't we all just shut up about tariffs. Unfortunately, when he gets there he'll find that all those negotiators have disbanded, padlocked their briefcases and gone off on their hols. Poor Boris. Poor us.