OK, let's wrap this up.

Am I in some kind of ghost story? I've been hit by a bus

and no-one can see me any more?

Everyone's really loving your energy.

Why don't you pilot the staff cuts?

Let Peter go down to the school,

bounce some ideas off the wall, see if the kids like the echo.

So, Peter gets to announce Silicon Playgrounds,

I get the elephants' graveyard.

I could terminate some of the staff here using combat techniques.

Where are we actually on staff cuts? Is there a shortlist at all?

Phil has a staff cuts dossier with maps and charts and everything.

I saw a guy out there who takes three shits an hour. That's not biologically possible.

Well, that's Graham. He has Crohn's disease.

I have a very short concise brief on Silicon. I can just email it to you.

Put it on a piece of paper and I'll read it.

One piece, we don't need that.

Glenn, you look like a week-old party balloon.

Yeah, don't worry about me, Terri, I'm fine.

I just don't want you ending up as one of those, "Before he turned the gun on himself," kind of guys.

That isn't going to happen, Terri, because I don't even possess a gun.

Is that all that's stopping you, lack of resources?

Ah, Peter, I'm expecting great things.

Then you're an idiot. Laters, legislators.

The only way this policy launch could be worse is if I understood the bloody thing.

I'm going to put the old tea cauldron on. Anybody fancy a brew?

Risk of sounding like your mum. Time for school.

You need to get to this meeting. I hate school children.

They're volatile and stupid and haven't got the vote.

Might as well be talking to fucking geese.

The school's only ten minutes from your house. Pop round for a late lunch.

Not much of a celebration. "Hello, darling, make me a Cup-a-soup."

I need a thoughtful, very personal present for Tina. Any ideas?

Err... what about sexy undergarments?

No.

Perfume. What perfume does she wear?