The PM thus
blew a long, masterful raspberry, one so finessed it could only have been learnt in the shadowy confines of prep at Eton targeted at the back of a gowned professor; he yah - boo - sucks - to - youed repeatedly about Ed and his pals spending too much time with the
big boys in that silly red uniform with the
hammers and sickles from the school next door, Unite City High — which soon became Unite City blues...