David Cameron is photographed dismantling the NHS brick by brick. His press adviser remains unfazed by the evidence as Cameron is wearing a shirt which is not 100% cotton.

In a nod to his felonious Bullingdon days, David Cameron uses the gangster term “sick” in order to describe his restaurant-smashing kindred spirits. Watch David Cameron as he touches the hand of a lowly constituent without the aid of gloves or antibacterial gel. Heart-warming. Staying true to his working-class roots, David Cameron defies his wife’s wishes by picking IKEA over Clarice Cliff. Only a common man could enjoy the blue-collar thrill of visiting a store without ceiling tiles. David Cameron woos an NHS nurse with his anecdote about Boris Johnson using the wrong sized dessert spoon for elevenses. Doris is not working class enough to understand this joke and waits impatiently for a bedpan. David Cameron enjoys a working class beverage with an inferior proletariat. That's just the kind of guy he is. David Cameron attempts to distance himself from his upper-class predilection for Chateau Prieure Luchine Margaux by eyeing up a refreshing bottle of WKD in public. It’s opposite day in a Wolverhampton supermarket, as an ethnic youth looks judgementally at an upper-class white man. That’s just the way down-to-earth-David operates. David Cameron is like a chameleon. Watch as he blends seamlessly into his new urban surroundings. Almost unrecognisable. "You are joking about putting breast milk in this cuppa though aren’t you?" "Honey, let me tell ya how I feel, I wanna make lurrrvvvvveeeee to you all night long uh."