Peter's palace, now!

Drinking champagne in the middle of the day during a recession!

Who do you think you are? P Diddy?

It was a half bottle on my 30th anniversary

and I was recycling it. At least give me credit for that.

Sorry, Peter, I take it all back. As strong a defence

as the fertiliser in my home-made bomb was organic!

What have you got planned for this evening, dancing girls?

Garage, car, hosepipe.

The anniversary present your wife's been dreaming of.

Fergus, what about you?

I'm launching Silicon Playgrounds properly at a learning centre.

Something you didn't clear through me! You announced this

before Peter took his daily gaffe dump.

What was the word I used this morning?

You used a lot of words. It was like a fucking Will Self lecture.

What was the word I used?

Coalition. Boom! So you will go to the learning centre

where you will re-explain Silicon Playgrounds

with Peter who will make an abject grovelling apology

for being a both a digitard and an elderly racist.

So first you take the policy away from me for Peter to screw up,

then you take salvaging the policy away from me for Peter to screw up.

Good yeah, that's just great(!)

I'm bored of this. I'm going for a Twix.

Adam's coming. Oh, not on my watch.

Oh, here we go. You shall not pass.

You couldn't keep the cast of Glee out.

Is Peter sharing a car with Fergus?

Wait here, I'll check. Yes go, run many miles.

Make heart soar like eagle.

Prick.

Peter says he's sorry but he doesn't have any child seats fitted.

Oh, Really? OK, kids, Raj can make it for eight o'clock.

What's going on? Have you two just kissed?

Give him this, final list of staff cuts. Needs his signature.