Typed out a long response, but it was swallowed.
Well, to them, my children are just some Jocks, not even really worth a thought.
To me, of course, they're everything. I turned my back on entire country for the idea of them.
I won awards and a bit money for a short I wrote about them, me, the ghostwriter. About how the shoes didn't fit anymore, after the first came along; how I gave away the red wedge Kenneth Cole heels. And they walked away, from everything their mother crushed under her wedge heel.
They mean nothing to either of them, Cameron and Clegg, or the money their Scottish father earns for them to eat.
I encourage them every turn I get to leave this place.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Cam/Clegg.
You'll never get it, because you don't care and you don't give a rat's arse.