A further satirical news item submitted by Pappa Clip. As always you should decide for yourself. Ed
Speaking after the emergency budget speech the Prime Minister, David Cameron expressed some disappointment at the criticism that it would hurt the poorest in our society the most.
“People will persist in assuming that my public school background means I am out of touch with the less well off in our society,” he said.
“Thy should realise that I too have sufferered deprivation. In fact it is the very frustration that accompanied my early years that helped make me the man I am.”
Comfortable necessarily doesn’t mean happy
“People often associate an Eton education and life in a comfortable home with childhood happiness,” he added with a wry smile.
“Not so. I can’t recall the number of times I’ve instructed the chauffeur to stop the limousine opposite some comprehensive school so l could join in, however vicariously, the happy rough and tumble in the play-ground. The boys and girls seemed so much more to enjoy their version of our Eton Wall Game, everyone shrieking and laughing as they chased about, girls and boys together, only to fall at last on their joyful ‘victim’, tumbling him, or her, to the ground and happily pummeling away.
“I used to admire the explosion of natural, untrammeled talent shown by those who used the walls of the school as their canvases – employing l understand, aerosols of paint gifted to them by local shopkeepers.
“How much more inspiring than my own palette of oils and sable brushes, my insipid water colours, my expensive yet somehow inadequate sketch pads.
Joining in .. well, trying to
“l recall too the occasion I decided on impulse to run across and join in. Unfortunately the chauffeur had strict instructions from my mother to keep the doors locked at all times, so my childish dash for happiness was foiled. Not for the first time.
“Alas, she seemed more concerned about the chip marks on the limousine paintwork. In vain did I protest that the pebbles were thrown merely in fun.
“And I never got to ride on one of those lovely omnibus vehicles. Never mounted the quaint staircase to the observation platform. Never got to ding the bell or sneak up behind the driver and tip his hat over his eyes as l so often did with Giles.
“l often wonder how much happier l might have been if daddy had been some sort of artisan chappie, all gnarled knuckles and Matalan jeans.”
