‘My mother is the real author here. She wrote my book. I just make vids.’ – Caspar Lee
Sitting on the comfortable garden chairs while sipping a glass of wine, I watch as Gordon Brown tucks into his strawberries and cream. Like a hawk, his guard watches over him. I think for a second, what would happen if I touched him? I decide against it as I notice the hawk’s biceps. I’m shaking with nerves for my question and answer session because I don’t want to embarrass my mother in front of her peers. She is the real author here. She wrote my book. I just make vids.