Boris Johnson: star turn at Britain’s covid inquiry

Hugo Keith KC is the silkiest of silks. Mr Keith does not shout. He does not bark. He does nothing so crass as grilling. He merely asks. He is interested. He sympathises: difficult decisions, he says, rested on Mr Johnson’s shoulders. Mr Johnson and his shoulders do not do well before Mr Keith. Boris’s bonhomie has gone; his shoulders sag. Beneath the table, one shiny foot taps. He apologises for the pain. At one point he is testy; at another, close to tears.