This is the single most shocking thing I've seen

in politics since the SDP.

I thought he'd at least go out with a bang, or a killing spree.

I always imagined he'd just shout so hard

his lungs would come up and choke him to death.

End of an era.

A really shit era though, isn't it? Whooooo!

Yeah, all right, calm down. Balrog's dead!

I mean, that's it. They're done.

No-one can replace him. It's like when Queen lost Freddie.

Certainly not Paul Rodgers. Right, that's the two seconds of respect

due to him, now get back to your desks and do something, OK?

Not the sofa, who are you, Lorraine Kelly? Get out here

and do something. If you've nothing to do, leave,

because you're clearly surplus to requirements.

Um, lads and lasses.

Please, just a quick word, thank you.

Really, it's just a handhold,

to set the tone for a slightly rejigged regime.

I've done all the important departments,

and now I've got to you.

Seriously, I've done that joke everywhere,

even with the genuinely big departments.

I'm not aiming at you in any sort of a snide way.

I'm just checking that we're all at the very top of our games.

Glenn? Mate? Sorry.

Are you on top of your game? I am... I'm above my game.

I'm in a geostationary orbit, way above it, looking down, going, "Hello, game, it's Glenn!" Right.

You know, there's an election looming. This is a serious time.

We need to be aware of that.

But I love humour and that was good humour.

Do you want to swim the Channel for Scope?

No! Do you want to do Dragons' Den for Children In Need?

I'd rather fuck a real dragon.

Would you consider promoting a politically-themed restaurant?

How does that... How does that even work? Fuck, no, I don't care.