''The inimitable Quentin Letts dares to say in a new book what we''ve all been secretly thinking'' Mail on Sunday
''Fuming and chuckling by turns'' Daily Telegraph
''Underneath the jocularity of Letts''s style is a lot of real anger'' Roger Lewis, The Times
Hands, face, space. Curfews. Don''t drink. Bend your knees. Conform, obey, comply - surrender. British life has become infested by bossiness.
Post Lockdown, Quentin Letts storms back with a vituperative howl against the ''bossocracy''. They tell us what to do, what to say, how to think. Letts gives them a prolonged, resonant raspberry. He names the guilty men and women: Dominic Cummings, Prof Neil Ferguson, that strutting self-polisher Nicola Sturgeon, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Cressida Dick, Michael Gove, even the sainted Sir David Attenborough. Bang! They all take a barrel. And then there''s publicity-prone plonker Matt Hancock posing for photographs whil
