No idea. Expensive, smells a bit of lemons.

I do really need a comment on this Tickel protest, please.

OK.

"As we enter the third week, I find Mr Tickle's attention seeking,

"tent-based twattery even more annoying than in weeks one and two."

I can't actually say that. Really?

Then by implication you know what you can say, so say that instead.

All right. I'll channel you.

Channel me?

She's really quite predatory, isn't she?

Who? Terri's Clockwork Orange? That's what I call her.

For the other lady in your life. Where did you get that?

It was in my desk. I was saving it for something special. Like losing your virginity?

I've done that in style, actually. If my penis could talk. It would say, "I'm lonely!

"Where is everyone? Let me out of this coffin!"

Two years ago I was a fucking guru.

I give two fingers to Nick and what happens?

Lo and behold, a party with principles comes crawling

and begging for me, and then what do they do with their principles?

Shove them on the compost heap and join the upper class-holes

I've spent my career trying to keep out. Glenn, I need your help.

I want out. I want a redundancy package.

Could you just bump my name up the exit list?

I mean, just put in a bad word for me?

Yeah, sure, Terri.

Consider yourself redundant, we all do.

Sorry to interrupt. Can I have a word?

Sure, kettle's just boiled. I meant Terri.

(Sorry, Glenn.)

Just to keep you up to speed, Terri,

we're going to do a companion launch for Digital Playgrounds

tonight at the Learning Centre at 7:00pm.

All right? And we just need you to pop a press pack in the

Coverley microwave and let us know when you've pinged.

Sorry, I don't think I'll be able to get that cleared before six

so that's effectively tomorrow, isn't it? Terri, we don't need clearance.