With Nick Clegg sleeping after another heavy dosing of Rohypnol and an extensive buggering by the Tories, Mr. Cameron takes a monetary sabbatical to see yet another nameless Muslim billionaire; this time with the promise of lining his pockets (wait, what do I mean 'this time'?).
After introducing Muhammad Asialififififaf to all things wrapped in bacon and on toast, Dave and his oil tycoon counterpart get down to the serious business of how to divide profits once oil prices rise in response to the two men's respective factions of the civilized world lobbing bombs at the other side for a number of weeks.
British Progress are quite excited about Cameron's proposed albeit clandestine bid to take trading the lives of his countrymen for fossil fuel pounds.
Necessity is the mother of all invention, war is good for business and Britain could really do with a Military-Industrial Complex all of its own. These three facts are sealing the deal with British Tory PM, Davey Cameron... that and where else is he going to go to get a really good Balti?
