Leader of the UK Conservative party. Ex Eton and thus Ex Oxford and thus lives in Notting Hill. Previously a PR guy. Bright, well educated Tory puppet that knows exactly what to say but doesn't have a clue what he's talking about. Represents a party of white male hoorah Henry's that are primarily ministers for lunch. Particularly good at attractive sound bites that cannot be put into policies because most of his own party don't actually like what he's saying. The green issue is a good example. Occasionally flies to the Artic to play with huskies because he is worried about climate change. Tendency to cycle to work only to be followed by a Chelsea tractor (Range Rover) carrying his files. Would be hugely successful as leader of the UK Liberal Democrat party.
David Cameron: "I say George, I rather fancy giving that whole politics lark a go"
George: "Now that is an idea. You know daddies in the party. He'll be so very pleased. Now more importantly, where are we going to go for lunch"?
David: "Old Humprey's friend has just opened up a restaurant off the old Portobello. George old boy, give the Daily mail a ring I think I'm in the mood for a spot of cycling!"
George: "Bravo! Now where has Smithy got to with the roller"?