The Mouse that Roared

Surely, surely, CF is not alone in being heartily sick and tired of seeing - everywhere he fucking well looks - the clegg face of Nick Smugg?

With only a few days left in the General Election campaign, and with the Great British Public still undecided as to whether to fart or wind its watch, the media bombardment is unceasing. And, as a result, it's virtually impossible to escape the gurning visage of Britain's favourite Dutch-Russian wannabe Prime Minster, the Boy Clegg.

Following his success in the latest edition of the watched-by-less-people-than-Doctor-Who debates, the semi-finals of EleX-factor, Nick's rather full of himself.

The phrase 'King-maker' has apparently gone to his head, and we're treated to daily pronoucements of how it's gonna be, how parliament will work, under the benevolent rule of Lord Clegg. Which feels rather like the mouse in CF's kitchen telling him where he should leave the cheese tonight.

But - as ever - leave it to the writers of the Daily Mash to sum up the Lib Dem's attitude and approach, far better than CF ever could:

"Meanwhile Lib Dem sensation Nick Clegg has insisted it would be 'preposterous' if the next prime minster came from the party which comes third but has the largest number seats, stressing it should obviously be the party which comes second and has the smallest number of seats."

Well, yeah.

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