I don’t really give a shit if David Cameron, or ‘Tony 2′ as I like to call him, puffed on a spliff when he was at Eton, or even if he grew the wrong kind of ‘grass’ on those famous playing fields.
What I find more interesting is the revelation that he was a member, along with fellow MP Boris Johnson, of the hedonistic and notorious Bullingdon Dining Club who’s privilaged … ’super rich’ … ’upper crust’ … ‘Old Etonian’ … members’ main interests were (and probably still are) guzzling champagne, passing out pissed and trashing restaurants.
Umm! … Sounds like the ideal training for a Member of Parliament: and isn’t it nice to know that the ‘man of the people’ who has a windmill on his roof, rides a mountain bike to Westminster, listens to ‘The Killers’, and tells us to “hug a hoodie” is really a good old fashioned Tory ‘toff’ after all.
I notice that some of the newspapers are starting to play up the ‘Bullers’ story, and it’s likely that some ‘red top’ will dig up some dirt on Dave from his days at Oxford, which is a little unfair on the would be Prime Minister, but if you hide behind a pile of bullshit …
… You can’t expect to smell of roses.
