But none of them ever had the misfortune to be accused of 'winning a gold medal in chillaxing'.
This ongoing briefing against the Prime Minister, which emerged in Francis Elliott's book, Cameron: Practically a Conservative, is an odd thing.
The book contains a pretty punchy section on Cameron's weekend habits that seems to be well referenced.
Picture the scene: the stately home, fire up the Clegger, Pimm's on the terrace and a nice selection of wine in the evening. Nothing wrong with that, I hear you cry. Maybe not, but when it is part of a consistent thread of briefing that seems to be emerging almost exclusively from the Conservative right, it becomes more difficult.
Remember, back in the early days of the coalition, the media interest in Cameron's prodigious abilities on Angry Birds?
If you can crush evil green pigs under rubble using small red birds, you are more than qualified to negotiate on contingencies for the 'Grexit' in my book, but that was clearly not how it was being spun.
No prime minister wants to be seen as weak, ill or lazy. This is a slow drip story that seems to suggest that, where Gordon Brown worked too hard, David Cameron has his work/life balance skewed a little too far towards 'life'.
Most Westminster villagers know how hard any prime minister has to work, with 5am starts, the exhaustion of constant decisions and the need to be on form and personable - and there's nothing to suggest Cameron is neglecting any of these areas.
But losing sight of the tearoom chat, where the personal touch buoys up backbenchers, is never a good call. Perhaps Sam can provide more advice on date night.