I'm so sorry for your loss.

Are you being looked after well enough? Yeah, not bad.

You stick with Ollie, he's a good guy.

I know he looks a bit like an anorexic Leo Sayer there...

Listen, can I have a photo taken with you? Who me?

Yeah. I've got a little collection of memories, you know...

OK. Mandela and stuff.

Ollie, would you be so kind as to do the honour, good sir?

Do you mind if I...? All right?

Just... Oh, fucking higher. All right.

Ee, you're a stunner! No, you're a stunner.

You really are. Very impressive. And I'm not the only one who's impressed but the PM,

he finds you very impressive. That's good. Great.

I think there is a point in his speech today... Mmm.

..where he would be very honoured to introduce you.

Um... Is that something that would interest you? Yeah.

Yes, it might clash with Nicola's championing of Julie's cause.

Oh, God. Look the nerves are getting to us, I need to use your bog.

Yeah, that's the ladies, there.

Malcolm, you can't... you can't do that.

the speech. Boo fucking hoo.

but that's, what, in two hours? Two hours think of a whole new speech?

Oh, welcome to the men's room.

Jesus Christ. Listen, it's this simple, right. If she goes on

with Nicola, she'll be watched by 15 housebound mouth-breathers.

Oh, and by the ever-swelling ranks of the unemployed who fucking hate us, by the way.

But if she goes on with Tom, she'll make the ten o'clock news, right?

Julie, hi. Feel better? Yeah, good. We should...

Now, what's it going to be, darling?

Do you want to go with the teasmaid or with the caravan?

I'm going with the caravan.

That is the prime minister? That is the prime minister.

Sorry, Ollie. It's nice to meet you.

Are you actually in the hotel or are you...? Oh, I'm staying at...

haven't fucking got those yet...

Right... We're just doing...