No, that's not it.

That's the general area we're looking at, is what I'm saying.

It's just a marker.

Yep, shall we wrap it up and make a move? Shad Cab?

Yes. Don't, don't say "Shad Cab".

Don't... Why not? Cos it's Shadow Cabinet, isn't it?

It's like saying spag bol.

Fuck annoy!

All very worthwhile. What a session. "Quiet Batpeople"?

What's she doing, is she fucking sniffing the pens at night?

This is every day.

This is what we do every day, scat all day.

Jizz FM! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!

What's going on in that abandoned barn of a brain of hers?

This is, this can't go on - this is fucking suicide.

Malcolm, I know, I know, I know.

I mean, Nicola...

she's a nice lady - especially when she's drunk. Yes!

Karaoke, you can't take her karaoke off her. Fucking wish I could!

She's going to have to fall on her sword.

Which means that we have to stick one in the ground, trip her onto it,

get someone to jump up and down on her back for ten minutes!

Nothing personal. Nothing personal, of course not! Of course not.

So, Ben tells me you have a plan.

Anything I should be worrying about?

You're not going to found a religion, are you?

Reshuffle? Don't send Ben to the backbench

cos he'll just wank and eat Pringles.

Leather seats are an invitation to him. Morning.

You'll never get in. Ha-ha!

Cock!

New party logo - a kitten.

A kitten in a sock. Kitten in a sock, sitting on a motorway, shouting,

"Help me, I don't know what to do!" Getting close?

All right, look, I just think we need to show,

we need to be seen to accept