I will send your mum that picture of you dressed up as Cher, OK? One button.

Cher? Celine Dion, karaoke, harmless.

Ollie told Emma that there's a shit storm brewing about minister's daughter.

She was only the minister's daughter, but she knew how to take the collection! She's 12! Ah.

Shit, strike that last remark, it's actually a little poem that gets much worse.

Let's put a photo of her up, so we know what we're steering clear of.

You've got a photo? No, Phil!

Nicola Murray's daughter, actually that's not her, that's Tracy Beaker.

She was down for an independent school, but is now going here,

and Croydon facelifts!

What are you saying? It's wrong to send your child to a comprehensive?

Yeah, wrong. Or very careless!

So one of the initiatives that we've got is a national register

of really extraordinary, ordinary people, who we're gonna call the "fourth sector pathfinders".

What I want to try and bring to mind is that amazing JFK speech, you know that they can help you...

Hey, come on, come on. Yeah, yeah. "Ask not what your country can do but what you,

"what your country can do to help you do to help you help yourself."

Nicola, it's Martin Stone, your daughter's headmaster.

James can't come to the meeting for your daughter's, er, problems.

Thank you! For fuck's sake, Terri!

Mr Stone, hi.

It's the whole deserving and undeserving poor argument again though, isn't it?

It's the chavs and chav-nots. Right, Pinky and fucking Perky, listen.

This fourth sector? Fucking mad!

She's mad, she's like Tom Cruise's favourite fucking brush, but the great thing is

it's free, so you two, I want you to rub your dicks together and get some fucking energy going in here!

Inject yourself with stem cells

or coke in your Fruit Corners, just get on with something!

Can I have a word?

My husband has bailed on me, so I'm gonna have to get to Ella's school this afternoon.

Nicola, the taxpayer is not bankrolling you

to do this sort of thing. And if I want to get things done I could get fucking

big gingerbread man there to pop out and get me a fucking gun.

See me after school.

OK, OK, just you, then.

So, can you work out this whole fourth sector thing?