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Michael Neudecker, London
When Boris Johnson was a correspondent in Brussels, he often locked his office door around four in the afternoon so that no one would disturb him when he insulted his plant. According to his colleague Sonia Purnell, his office not only had a huge desk, but also a yucca plant. So in the afternoon, as the deadline for the proofs approached, Johnson began yelling at that same plant. Short words, according to Purnell, “real abuse,” bad stuff, then: silence, followed by frantic keyboard clicking.