I've been waiting for a fucking rainy day to show everyone, a photo of your fucking Shadow Chancellor

at one of his fucking parties, dressed up in fucking bra, suspenders and fucking black face!

What's his defence going to be, eh, when I email that to the fucking Sun?

Oh, well, I am just de Shadow Chancellor.

He won't have a defence because you haven't got that picture because that didn't happen.

However, I do have a statement from a rent boy...

funny. Or do you get that for free?

This statement says he will swear

that one of your prominent back-bench MPs paid him to sit on his chest.

Don't...!

Look, this is out of order, OK?

Here's the deal. We both make statements saying that our guys in there were

not in possession of all the facts, hmm? But we're looking into it. You'd do that?

Hang your own guy out to fucking dry?

What, Peter Mannion MP,

Old Guard? We're not sending him to DoSAC to fatten him up.

We're putting him out to pasture, Malcolm.

contain the toxicity, Chernobyl FM.

Carry on like this and I might not find you utterly fucking contemptible.

That's an incentive. I'll get my bag.

Have a look at Ben there. Do you think that's art?

Well, it's...it's...not really for me to say and, of course,

there's quite a lot

of tattoos there

as well as piercings.

And also if you can take your Wii Fit.

I bought you the Wii Fit as a present.

I don't want it.

Well, you could fucking use it.

What did you just say?

They crucified him and it was

because it was that programme,

but it's good

that he's found his way back.

If it had been Magpie, nobody would've cared.

Well, no-one cared about Magpie.