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‘We’ve got no plan … Holy crap’: What Boris said after Brexit vote
By the time Boris Johnson graduated from Balliol College, Oxford, at the age of 23, his irrepressible character had been largely forged, a character that would
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The referendum result was declared at 7.20am on June 24. Cameron and Osborne had been right to see Johnson as the trump card. With the margins so tight, his backing they believed “without question” carried Vote Leave over the line because, says Osborne, “Boris made it respectable for middle of the road people to vote Brexit”. Most in the UK and across the world were shocked by the result.
Just after 8am that Friday, Cameron with his gin-reinforced wife Samantha by his side announced on the steps of Downing Street: “I do not think it would be right for me to be the captain that steers our country to its next destination,” finishing, “I love this country.”
Johnson was finding it hard to think straight. He had been up all night watching the television at his Islington home. Only towards dawn did he realise that Vote Leave would actually win. He disappeared to bed for 20 minutes but came back and paced around in a Brazilian football shirt and misfitting shorts looking ashen-faced and distraught. “What the hell is happening?” he kept saying. Then a pang of guilt struck him when he saw pictures of Samantha on the television looking utterly distraught. “Oh my God. Look at Sam. God. Poor Sam.” Soon after, stopping in his tracks, a new thought struck him: “Oh shit, we’ve got no plan. We haven’t thought about it. I didn’t think it would happen. Holy crap, what will we do?” Still muttering, he went off to write the speech he knew he would in no time have to deliver.
Those who knew Johnson intimately say they had never seen him more frightened and dismayed than at this moment of triumph. Crowds were shouting angrily outside his house: “People who had patted him on the back when he had been mayor were now screaming at him.” He made it out to the car and his driver shot off down the road but had to stop at a red traffic light at the end. Aides by his side screamed for the driver to shoot straight through the lights, but he refused. “The crowds began banging angrily on the windows and roof. Boris looked terrified. He stared dead ahead, sensing that from this moment on, everything had changed.”













