Now for the easy part:- his first name
and Of Course!
Ah No. Unfortunately I have just been informed that thats wrong too. Perhaps Brian may well have been a better choice for his parents but I am now reliably informed by my colleagues that his first name is Nick.
I assume that is Nicolas rather than Nicola or Nicole, but then, his parents didn't call him Brian (which was clearly the best choice) so they may well have gone completely off track. After all the Liberals are a rather sexless lack-lustre group of no-hopers so all bets are off.
Perhaps I will simply call him Nick Clegg.
Dear Nick Clegg,
Please accept my apologies for calling you Thingy in this post
But perhaps you should stop trying to be all things to all men. If you spent a bit of time addressing the needs and aspirations of the
Finally a seasonal little poem to get us through the yule-tide roo-ha-ha. Aknowlegment to Jethro Tull (aka Iain Anderson) and also whoever wrote the original bit. (No. it wasn't Nick Clegg)
Once In Royal Davids City,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby,
You would do well to remember,
What he later said.
As you are stuffing yourself at Christmas
You would do well to think,
That the Christmas spirit,
Is not just what you drink.
Anyway, it went something like that.