Cameron, cont. cont. cont.

I don’t know why, I just like typing it. Anyway a subtle omission to Cameron, cont. cont. Parents love their children. Now poor parents are used to getting kicked in the teeth and being shafted. The limit of their horizons is getting food on the table, or the floor if they can’t afford a table. Their offspring’s are imbued with the same philosophy and used to limited opportunities and fast fattening food by their first Big Mac. But the Audi classes wish for their sons and daughters much in the same way of wheel-wear. For this class opportunity is an expected commodity. If their offspring’s are shafted on their way through uni and kicked in the teeth by only a check-out job, even in Waitrose, at the end of it their bloods will boil. The streets will not be full of easily dismissible students but also their irate middleclass parents as in Egypt. It’s funny how the E saves it. Without it it’s a veritable road accident of a typing mistake. Anyway this appears to me to be the tipping point. When Bertrand the bank manager’s son looks set for a postgraduate life in a cardboard box all hell will let loose. And make no mistake David, these people have the clout, intellect and horizons to be really revolting. I should know, I’m one.