Oh well, his time has come and gone, and the new incumbent can marvel at his taste in £1,000 a roll wallpaper and no doubt stare disbeleivingly at the wine stains on the carpet.
It's worth bearing in mind, by his own admission, he entered politics from journalism because he wanted a statue of himself erected, and journalists don't receive those sort of acolades. Yes, the King of the World went from telling lies about the EU in The Telegraph to telling lies in the House of Commons, to the Queen, to the whole country.
He is a man so evasive of the truth, he can't answer a question about his hobbies honestly. 'I make busses out of old wooden wine crates'.
Why would he tell such a ridiculous fib? It's not a loaded question with political ramifications.
We then had the charade of the photos showing him pretending to paint while he was in his grace and favour holiday villa in Italy.
There is absolutely no mention anywhere, from his colleagues, friends, or school reports, about his talent and passion for art.
Churchill, his hero, had some merit as an artist and his paintings are well documented, and is that why he posed for those staged pictures? 'This will make 'em think I'm like Churchill, and he's got a statue'.
His whole being is a lie, and while his head may think he has delivered stunning achievements for the British people, history won't be so kind on him.
Sorry Boris, you weren't good enough. You were shit as a Prime Minister, and you didn't last long in the job because of that.