Boris Johnson compares himself to a jar of honey found on a supermarket shelf – ‘the product of many countries’. He thinks he is part Jewish, part French, part English, part American, part pterodactyl and, unpredictably, part Turkish.
Boris’ half-French grandmother, ‘Granny Butter’, had always claimed to be of posh stock. Although Boris and his siblings have always been suspicious of this claim, they do recall their grandmother teaching them to eat crisps with a knife and fork.
Boris sets off in search of the truth about Granny Butter’s background, and follows an intriguing family trail that leads him to a surprising conclusion.
