The Olympic beach volleyball is situated just behind Downing Street on Horse Guards Parade, and as such is perfectly located for a politician wishing to take an hour or so out from a hard day’s work. Boris Johnson is clearly a fan, writing in today’s Telegraph:
As I write these words there are semi-naked women playing beach volleyball in the middle of the Horse Guards Parade immortalised by Canaletto. They are glistening like wet otters and the water is plashing off the brims of the spectators’ sou’westers. The whole thing is magnificent and bonkers.
I’ve just returned from the morning lobby briefing, where us hacks remained focused on the important issues of the day, as ever, and quizzed the Downing Street spokeswoman on the Prime Minister’s own thoughts on these glistening otters playing almost in his back garden.
‘I do not necessarily think that we would sum up the beach volleyball in those terms,’ the spokeswoman replied. She explained that while you can hear the cheering and music of the beach volleyball in Number 10, you can’t actually see the play. That sounded like a bit of a shame. So has the Prime Minister seen any of these semi-naked women on Horse Guards?
‘I think he probably had a peek.’
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