Terri, hi, it's Glenn.

Silicon Playgrounds has been axed and so's your evening!

They want you to come in and draft a press release. And by draft I mean

work on it all night.

Oh, no.

Looks like he's going back to DoSAC.

I'm sorry Tina I'm going to have to turn round.

Are you about to head off?

I'm sorry it should be...

11 at the latest.

Could, could, could you just put

something eggy on a tray for me?

And...and then we will

snuggle, I promise.

The Leader of the Opposition is in that room, Malcolm,

practicing walking. It does seem to be taking an awfully long time.

Is that too bouncy? It's Remembrance Sunday!

We haven't got any fucking power.

We're like a family in a Cuban slum.

It's important that we rise above partisan politics, Dan.

So that, Dan...

I feel like I should put the poppy wreath around my neck

and take 40 paracetamol.

This programme contains very strong language

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.

We haven't made him, we just sold his house.

What do you put into the Networked Nation? Well...

I am...a minister.

Look at this, no missed calls.

I used to have missed calls piling up like fucking pizza leaflets.

I suppose it means everything's fine. How was your evening?

Really nice.

We managed to get a table at Mishkin's. Oh.