Sir Dave of the Cam visited us today. And by us I mean the royal ‘us’, here in Cornwall.
Visiting a local college in Saltash the Blue leader got a bit of a rude awakening when he was hit in the shoulder by a flying egg. Not just a random flying egg, you understand, but an egg thrown by one of our own – the future generation – the educated future generation – a student.
We all know that sometimes youngsters find it difficult to express themselves. We know they’re not just dealing with the big issues of the day like ‘should we pull our troops out of Afghanistan?’ or ‘how should we best pull the country out of economic meltdown?’ but with adding testosterone and growth hormones to the mix they’re dealing with ‘why doesn’t anybody like me?’ and ‘why can’t I get a girlfriend?’
We can perhaps, then, forgive a young man for not fighting with his brain, his wit, his worldly knowledge, but I think it is a sorry state of affairs when the egging season has become one to be expected in the run up to an election.
And shells off to Cam, he handled it like a grownup and laughed the whole thing off.
Until he got home where he probably slashed millions off the proposed education budgets. “That’ll teach em…”
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