Piers Morgan.

The self=proclaimed transatlantic TV superstar,who in reality was not even good enough to remain an editor of a newspaper Daily Mirror, or some such,and whose ratings of his TV show in the States went down to nothingness, so he was booted out and eating a humble pie returned to Britain,considers himself fit to run down the Prime Minister David Cameron as a snivelling little weasel,just because he didn't send a search and rescue party to Argentina to bring home the over-fed boozer and womanizer Jeremy Clarkson and 40 members of the Top Gear team. [Forty?!Is this what I am paying an astronomical TV licence for? Forty men who bring their country in a foreign land into disrepute so much, that the hosts find them unacceptable and ask them to leave?} To bring Clarkson home? My goodness,Mr transatlantic superstar, who on earth would miss your pal ? His wife,whom he abuses mentally? His work colleagues,whom he abuses physically? Only big nothings full of self-importance like yourself,Mr Morgan,want him in GB. Birds of a feather. Who needs enemies with friends like Jeremy Clarkson? The PM would do well to stay clear from him,and you, you obnoxious toad,sitting like a puffed up turkey on the sofa,be it on the right or on the left,you still are a big nothing.