OK, curious.

What's happened?

Silicon Playgrounds, erm... dead.

Too much confusion and negativity.

Says who? The PM. Oh, for God's sake.

Interesting, he's never used a conduit to deliver bad news before.

Sorry should I not have left the bags in? No, they look lovely.

Are you all right, Stewart, can I...?

No, I'm erm, I am... I'm going to go and rest my eyes on the river.

He touched me. OK.

Well, landmark day.

We bring in an idea, you like it, you nick it,

you put two bullets in the back of its head.

Snuff politics, you've got to laugh.

It's good to see Stewart lost for multi syllables though.

Have you ever seen him like that before? Never.

He took the morning off when Steve Jobs died.

But otherwise, been seven years of ear piss.

Ah, look at us, Fergus We're such good friends.

It's like Ike and Tina Turner. Or Caligula and his horse.

This will cheer you up.

Your boss has chucked Silicon Playgrounds down a well

and poured a bucket of shit after it.

Whole day, it's been an excruciating waste of time.

Am I...am I needed?

We'll get back to you on that.

We can stop pretending to like each other now.

Maybe it would be better if we actually did try to get on

rather than just pretending.

Maybe it would.

Have a good, erm...

what's left of the evening.

Thanks.

OK, darling I'm on my way.

Finally got rid of Captain fucking Scarlet.

DoSAC please Martin.