I don't care, you're the boss.
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You look like shit. I know.
Margaret Thatcher used to survive on less than four hours sleep a night,
how is that possible?
Monkey glands, and she was mad.
And she lived above the shop of course,
so she didn't have to commute.
I mean London is so big, can't we devolve some of it?
If I could get just one decent night's shut-eye in the flat I'd be able to cope.
Look, Hugh do yourself a favour stay over in the flat.
I can't break my promise to Kate.
I mean, do you actually see the children?
I don't have time for that, all I do...
I work, I eat, I shower - that's it.
Occasionally...
I take a dump, just as a sort of treat,
I mean that really is my treat, that's what it's come to.
I sit there and I think,
"No, I'm not going to read The New Statesman,
"this time is just for me, this is quality time just for me."
Is that normal? It's sad.
Still, at least I've made something.
Morning, morning, Secretary of State,
we've got quite a lot to get through.
Good. I have cancelled that press interview
for BBC Norfolk this afternoon. Why?
Well, it was going to clash with the two minute silence so I...
Ooh, good call. Yeah Hugh, not remembering the dead,
talking about benefit fraud in King's Lynn,
you are gonna look a bit of a dick.
Could you get me a cup of coffee?
I told you about Waitrose, when I was head of press,
do you remember that? I know.
It was a two minute silence - an ordinary Sunday -