If you asked me what my favourite picture of a British Prime Minister
pulling a face like they’re making a high-pitched fart noise was, after much
consideration, I’d go with this:
It was hard to whittle it down to just one choice, if I’m honest. It was up against some
pretty stiff competition. But if I had to pick my gaseously political
photographic front-runner, I’d reluctantly - yet assuredly - point you
in the direction of the photo above; the only instance in my life in
which a Tory gets my vote.
I have to admire his commitment to his pose. He's striking it with the presence and poise of an experienced world leader – but when you’re standing at a lectern in front of a Union Jack, you can’t pussyfoot about. It’s not a time to show weakness. That's why he threw in a ‘pull my finger’.
(The sound he making, incidentally, is this.)
Say what you like about David Cameron (and I'd like to offer up the phrase “Five-headed toff”), at least he’s got the human touch. He’s not afraid to stoop to the level of the general public. He's even appeared on the odd game show:
I have to admire his commitment to his pose. He's striking it with the presence and poise of an experienced world leader – but when you’re standing at a lectern in front of a Union Jack, you can’t pussyfoot about. It’s not a time to show weakness. That's why he threw in a ‘pull my finger’.
(The sound he making, incidentally, is this.)
Say what you like about David Cameron (and I'd like to offer up the phrase “Five-headed toff”), at least he’s got the human touch. He’s not afraid to stoop to the level of the general public. He's even appeared on the odd game show:
The polo shirt and pseudonym didn't fool me.