Nick Clegg's Mother
JUSTIN:
It's been revealed that Nick Clegg grants his mother the same privilege he allows his coalition partners - i.e. the right to walk all over him whilst wearing shoes caked in diarrhoea. Yes - this is the news that in spite of being a grown man of 45, the Lib Dem leader still finds himself dictated to by his mother on a daily basis. Well, I'm delighted to say that the two of them have joined me here in the studio, in order to discuss their Freudian nightmare of a relationship.
NICK & MRS CLEGG:
Good evening.
JUSTIN:
Now Nick, you've mentioned that your mother regularly gives you instructions, but do you ever actually obey any of them?
NICK:
Oh yes - all the time!
MRS CLEGG:
Liar!
NICK:
Mum, please!
MRS CLEGG:
Don't 'mum, please' me! The truth is, Justin - he never listens to a word I say!
JUSTIN:
Really?
MRS CLEGG:
For instance, I warned him that entering into the coalition would leave him more screwed than an overworked prostitute! But did he take any notice? Nope!
NICK:
Look mum - if it wasn't for the coalition, you wouldn't be able to tell people that your son is the deputy prime minister!
MRS CLEGG:
For your information, I DON'T tell people that!
NICK:
What? Why not?
MRS CLEGG:
Oh, come on Nick! If deputy prime minister were any more of a non-job, it'd be advertised in the Guardian jobs section!
NICK:
What, so you're saying you're not proud of me?
MRS CLEGG:
I'm saying that if you were in possession of a proper job - John Prescott wouldn't be your predecessor!
BRIEF TENSE SILENCE
JUSTIN:
Well, this is awkward!
NICK:
You know; I'm having second thoughts about buying you a mother's day card!
MRS CLEGG:
You wouldn't dare!
NICK:
(SHEEPISH) No, you're right... I wouldn't.