Boris Johnson

Diary – 13 December 2003

The editor of the ‘Political Magazine of the Year’ doesn't wish to blow his own trumpet

issue 13 December 2003

I’m not sure about this old ship business,’ said Marina. ‘Where’s the love-interest? Why can’t we go and see the Hugh Grant thing?’ ‘No no,’ I said, ‘I know it’s all about ships, but it’s gonna be great. Trust me.’ And I was right. They must be wizards, the people who filmed that Master and Commander. If we were to believe our senses, they had constructed two fully working ships of the line and sailed them into the mountainous seas off Cape Horn. As for the battle scenes, you haven’t seen such hyperkinetic violence since Saving Private Ryan. Every cannonball’s passage was traced with a whoosh of splintering timber and flying bodies, and brains all over the place, but then it was always splice yer futtocks, lads, and stand by to go about, as Russell Crowe fought back ingeniously against the Frenchie. We’d been goggling at this for about 15 minutes when I spotted something truly astonishing.

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