
Lovely but unnecessary words. We all have a duty to remind ourselves of the Tory’s constant commitment to the the working class. There is no need for praise; just fulfilling this much needed duty is reward in itself.
In unwitting preparation for future coalition encounters with Nick Clegg, David Cameron spends the day handling excess waste.
Observe the skilful way in which he moves that cardboard from point A to point B. Those are surely not the hands of an Etonian.

Lovely but unnecessary words. We all have a duty to remind ourselves of the Tory’s constant commitment to the the working class. There is no need for praise; just fulfilling this much needed duty is reward in itself.

David Cameron enjoys some shop-based banter. It’s cashier humour. You probably aren’t common enough to understand.
David Cameron attempts to distance himself from his upper-class predilection for Chateau Prieure Luchine Margaux by eyeing up a refreshing bottle of WKD in public.

David Cameron casually crosses the underground gap without the aid of his servant. So common. It’s almost as if he went to a comprehensive.
David Cameron enjoys a working class beverage with an inferior proletariat.
That’s just the kind of guy he is.