Car crash Cam does it again!
POLITICIANS do some pretty daft things in their endless but pointless quest to impress.
The sight of John Gummer stuffing a burger into his daughter’s mouth at the height of the BSE crisis springs to mind.
William Hague donning a baseball cap to wander around an amusement park in Cornwall is another.
Boris Johnson on his bike. Gordon Brown’s fake rictus grin. Ed Balls and Harriet Harman simply for being themselves.
Hague again for slurping out of a coconut while wandering around the Notting Hill carnival with his missus.
And of course, Ed Miliband – a bloke who genuinely expects us to give him a chance at leading the country. Always makes me snigger, that does.
But all of them pale into insignificance when compared to the walking car crash that is David C***ing Cameron.
For someone whose background is in public relations – and don’t get me started on the hideousness of having an actual PR man as Prime Minister – you’d think he’d know better. Alas, no. A week ago Eton’s finest mess did what PM’s have to do and went on a sucking up – er, trade mission – to India.
While he was there he did the usual – apologised for some historic battle or two and did his best to sound like he might have even meant it.
And then news broke that there might have been some bribery going on when India bought twelve British-made helicopters and a diversion tactic was needed.
So off came the shoes, on came the turban, and at home a gobsmacked nation shouted as one: