THE year was 2005 when the high profile Boris Johnson came down to Devon to help promote his dad Stanley in his bid to become a West Country MP.
The pair had a day of grip and grinning as they met members of the voting public and the unofficial word was that they would end the day in a father versus son game of squash. I managed to persuade the pair to let me have five minutes on court as they warmed up for the big match.
Poor Stanley managed to accidentally walk nose first into the glass background whilst Boris didn’t hold back anything as the tiny rubber ball whistled past my ear.
I don’t know if Boris, now frontrunner to become the next Prime Minister, was using the warm-up as a chance to whack a pesky photographer, but it was all good humour and good fun, although if it were repeated today and I was Jeremy Hunt, would the ball have been a little faster or more accurate?