How's the time machine coming along, Terri? Have you managed to find a flux capacitor yet?

Well, I had to go and fetch Glenn.

It was a joke. Doesn't matter.

I was thinking that one possible strategy might be not to tell anybody. What, keep it a secret?

Sorry, sorry, Malcolm's coming back.

Tell me more about not saying anything.

It's pretty self-explanatory.

Or not. Robyn, maybe you can get us some teas.

OK, what does everybody want?

I'll make a little list, shall I, Glenn?

A cappuccino, please.

A herbal please, a lemon zinger. Really? Yes, please.

Little pigs. Little pigs. Let me come in.

Don't worry about the hair on your chinny chin chin.

So what was your call?

What was my call?

Did you...

You want to know what my call was?

Was it important?

I'm sorry, I didn't realise I had to run all my calls through your bed wetters' switchboard here.

I usually just dial 118.

Malcolm, do you know? Obviously he knows.

No, he doesn't!

There has been a massive irretrievable data loss.

The last seven months' worth of new immigrant details have gone, apparently lost in the computer.

Oh ho, ho, ho...

D'you know what's really fucking sad here

is that I don't even have the energy to pretend I already knew.

Which is for the best, because I'm going to need all of my fucking energy to fucking rip all of your...

bodies to bits with my bare hands, and sell off, yes sell off your

fucking flayed skin as a sleeping bag to a fucking normal person.

Can I just say that getting angry isn't going to help?

I've done anger, I'm currently at grief and I'm working my way towards bargaining, whatever.

You're behind me. So, what is your great strategy for dealing with this?

Come on, I'm fucking all ears. I'm fucking Andrew Marr here. So, Terri, let's hear...

Let's go, let's get going. High-level tactical discussion.