Nicola, I've got to tell you that was one of the best

live performances I've ever seen.

I've seen fucking Stomp.

It was a consummate piece of fucking incompetence.

Take the heat off.

The blog's updating.

Am I still leadership contender?

No. Not at all.

Well, good. Good.

Not even an outsider. No.

What are they saying?

You don't really want to know what they're saying. Not exactly.

Sorry.

What a fucking day.

Ladies and gentlemen, the DoSAC protest is now over.

Please mop up your shit and fuck off.

Good news. The BBC's going to issue an apology

for the way they edited the video.

There you are. The BB Fucking C. Yeah.

I mean, they crumble at the first sign of pressure,

like an old woman's hip.

That's why they had a fucking programme called Sorry.

Right. The PM is coming home early.

He's asked for an audience with Senor Malcolm Tucker,

so I'm getting my paddle, Terri.

I'm getting my paddle.

Make sure fucking Nicola doesn't top herself, eh.

Yeah. Sure.

Make sure Ben does.

Oh, and Glenn, Glenn, I've got a very special task for you,

my unelectable friend.

What's that?

Turn the fucking phones back on.

Night, Malcolm.

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