One of my least fond childhood memories is distributing fliers for the local Liberal candidate because my mum had a crush on him. Me and my brother had this box of thousands of yellow bits of paper, and we had to go round the nasty bits of Croydon, shoving them through people's front doors. That's about the sum total of my active involvement in British politics.
I did vote, once, in college, for the Labour candidate. My dad's family are Labour going back generations, and my mum's family probably the same, if and when they actually voted, although I remember the experience of voting for them felt rather pre-ordained and part of me wanted to vote Conservative, just because. Trouble is, the Tories are all posh twats who went to boarding school and like fox hunting. Anyone who votes for them wishes they were like that, too, but you can't ever poke through that class parapet in Britain. It's the myth of being middle class—that you could some day acquire a blood line going back centuries and a nice estate in the country. Which brings me to David Cameron:
And the absolutely disgusting
