I met David Cameron about a year ago when working for the BBC. In person, he is quite a charismatic character, taller than you would expect and certainly brimming full of that public-school confidence that delivers the message “I own this world, i do”. He was up in Cumbria just after the riots when London, Birmingham, Manchester and other parts of the country erupted in such a vicious display you’d think that Armageddon had come and gone.
He is definitely the toff’s toff, although being an adept communicator and being closely guarded by several bouncers and his Head of Communications, you get the feeling that getting to the true root of who David Cameron is, is like peeling an onion the wrong way, crying, and realising you’ve got layers to go. Whole documentaries have been dedicated to his time at University, being part of the Bullingdon Club (see even Posh people like to smash things up too) and his connection with Boris Johnson, a sort of Cain and Abel epic tale of one-upmanship which still appears to be continuing today.
So, moving on to Jimmy Carr. Who, for some unfathomable reason is found to be one of the major players in Comedy. And apparently now that he has been found out he is crying Wolf and saying he will do better. But, really, is Cameron any better than Carr – look at his mate George Osborne who wanted to cut the 50p rate for Millionaires. He surrounds himself with old Etonians, most of whom probably have their own little tax shennanigans on the side. This is how the wealthy stay wealthy.