The neighbourhood children were bullying our Prime Minister again.

“OK Mr Willetts I understand we need to block access to them to all but the richest in society but… what *is* a university?”

The nasty man continues to trouble an increasingly anxious Prime Minister.

“Food goes in here,” notes the Prime Minister with some degree of confidence.

“Who is this nasty man behind me Letwin?”

Our Prime Minister pictured here looking unhappy after Nick just done a guff.

Our Prime Minister with his gang of mates from the neighbourhood. His aides think that they are a bit rough and they have told the PM not to hang around with them, but he is getting quite rebellious these days.

Because the Prime Minister has done so well in the recent elections, he is allowed to play outside on his bike all day today.

The Prime Minister was very good waiting for the AV results today and so he got given this puppy by Oliver Letwin as a reward.

He’s named him Mr Poo. Letwin doesn’t approve.

Proudly displaying his Big Teeth. Since his unfortunate conditions means that he struggles to conceptualise time, our Prime Minister thinks he only got them last week.