I've never been one to tell people how to vote, but.../May 4th 2010.

Richie - Donning one of Mrs Bob No 3's wigs and slipping into a triple X floral dress and fishnets corralled from a charity shop I went on an undercover pre-election operation to infiltrate the local Tory campaign group. Passing myself off as a widow of independent means I joined my new chums Tarquin, Rupert, Henrietta and Lady Mimsy Fullerton-Breakwater in the local Con Club for a strategic pow-wow. "Of course" said Tarquin "once Dave has swept to power all that pc nonsense he witters on about will be out of the window". "Yes" squeaked Lady Mimsy. "It will be back to good old-fashioned Tory values and crushing the great unwashed beneath ones foot". "I hope Pickles gets the Home Sec job" roared Rupert. "He'll give those damn socialists a good seeing to. 10 mill on the dole I reckon!" It was at this point that Tarquin, leaning over on the pretext of nabbing a donation, rumbled my falsies causing me to scarper through the window of the gents pronto! Mad in ShamCam's UK innit!