If I were David Cameron post-bike scoop I’d market myself as a maverick prepared to bend the rules to get the job done. Dr House MD, on a bicycle. Minus the Vicodin. With legs that work. David Cameron with a Vicodin habit would break Broken Britain’s broken back. The Vicodin straw. The kids look up to Cameron - the street youth. Hipsters, fidget godivas, and Vicodin, all being David Cameron’s fault. Prompting apocalyptic headlines in The Daily Mail, Armageddon in The Sun, and wanky, serious discussion, with mostly idiots, in The Broadsheets. Fuck them! What does David Cameron want with them anyway? Dr House MD wouldn’t give a fuck. Oh, and The Mirror are a bunch of twats too. Just to be even handed and all. The newspapers are crap by-and-large because a great deal of the people that read them are idiots.