about one of those shopping trolleys
that go down the pavement, the electric things...
What does it mean to normal people? It means really
lifting people out of a world of disadvantage and into a world of opportunity.
Sorry, just one sec, I've just got to switch that to voicemail.
OK, fourth sector, mean anything?
Nothing? Great! Because we're about to create it.
The fourth sector is, basically, real people, ordinary people...
just give me one sec. Hello, Nicola Murray.
What's going on at the school, anyway?
Things are a bit shitty at home and the daughter's gone all Raging Bull.
Has she put on a lot of weight?
No, no, I mean she's kicking off at school, basically ever since
in the fucking comp. Headed for what
Mr Neil Diamond, would have called a Sweet Columbine incident.
Oh, I don't give two shits of a lamb's tail. Eileen will have to postpone her fuckin' throat surgery.
I want her steam-cleaned and on the Daily Politics, smiling and nodding at Andrew Neil's sneery fucking
haemorrhoid face and tell him to lay off the fucking fish suppers and poppers.
Hi, there. Where's Dame Ellen McArse-ache?
She's on her...
All right, OK, wakey, wakey, wakey! Yes, yes!
Opposition drill, yeah, come on! Tell James he will go to school
and if he doesn't, then he will find himself sleeping in the spare room of his fucking sister's house!
Lovely, thank you. Yeah, opposition drill, right? Yeah.
When the opposition are here, tell them nothing, except where
the toilets are, but lie. Terri, keep your tits in!
Very 'air-hostess' today! For Mannion?
All I said was that I think he's charming.
Should we be formally dressed for DoSAC?
It does feel a bit like paying our respects to some mad dying aunt!
No, you look fine. It's all pretty shambolic there at the moment.
Nicola Murray is distracted with the daughter.
Oh, what's that? Really interesting?
No! Private. That's Stuart. I'm just gonna have to show him up.
Great. Mr Blue Sky. We're not gonna practice fist bumps again, are we?
Phil, if you mention anything out of turn while I'm gone,