mr Topps goes to No 10

                                          Mr Topps

Hello for those of you not in the know.  My name is Graham D Topps, politician by accident, mixed race by force and currently hot favourite for one of the most important jobs in the country.  
Three months ago.  The PM was caught having an affair with his best friends daughter, the reds leader killed her husband and the yellows, well where to start.  Long story short, the three main political parties in Britain all had scandals that ruined their reputation. They are still around but the public has lost all faith in them. The queen has called for "an imminent change of political power chosen by the people for the people" and proclaimed "the acts of our government of late is inexcusable" did you know she could wipe out parliament? And put in motion the formation of a new government?
Its an old law, a very old law she has no say in who make up the seats and positions in the house of commons but she can if advised its in the interest of the public, enforce a re-election bring it forward.  
So here I am.  A man who was only ever interested, in conservation sciences. A man who invented the compost run car.  A man who is now staring at his computer screen as the opinion poll graphics rise up and down as more information floods in.
Was that the phone?  I think it was.  Yes. Phone. "Hello?"
"Hello?  Danny is that you?" urgh my brother. The great professor still incapable of connecting with outside forces.  He has always been more comfortable in his own world. He interacts with others now.  He's a brilliant dr. but he still sucks with phones.
"Dan! I know its you, and I don't have time to0 guess so just pretend I'm standing next to you and say what it is you have to" he speaks. Damn I really whish it was TVs he couldn't work.
"Gray I can't believe you punched the man" there you go, the first of no doubt many calls of the same nature from family and friends. "Gray you are running for prime minister. You can't afford to go around punching people, especially the leader of the opposing party.  I don't care how insulting he was going to…" yes I know I shouldn't have hung up on him. But.
Oh. Oh no. that's not good. Jut looked out side. Three two one and.
"Tilly. What are you doing here?"  My little sister stands on my door step her raven black hair blowing in the breeze. Her green eyes piercing through me.  I feel I should explain my family.  My mother was half Moroccan and half Chinese. My father wasn't. Tilly is from his second marriage and in the way little sister always manage.  She notices things.  She sits back and lets us all bicker then will pipe up.  She's here to pipe up.  
"Graham, gray.  Did you know that what you did earlier was insanely stupid? Seriously honey.  On the gray-is-a-dummy scale this is high up."  
Gulp. Doesn't mess about with flowery words my sister.
"Did you also know how. Awesome it looked?  Seriously bro' that's a hell of a right hook you throw.   Ah man you should watch the clip. It's hilarious.  He's standing there being blatantly racist and a little sexist you your all like 'you speak out of term sir, kindly refrain from your usual lack of class' and did you know your popularity is up now?"
Great.  And there it is.  Even if I do win the election it will be because I punched the opposition. It's like my little sister said.  He was being out of line and then he insulted my dead mother. So I punched him it was rash and stupid. But then. Then he started to call me something so insulting I won't repeat it.  Neither will he.  Because I punched him again.  And that one knocked him out.  I have a court hearing in the morning I want to be alone with my thoughts but as my sister barges past me into the kitchen to make a cuppa tea, I see her overnight bag and I know, alone with my thoughts isn't going to happen.  But support has replaced it.



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