it's just because just because I'm running up a ramp.

No, no, not with a view to jumping off.

That's brilliant, that's great news. Thank you.

Hello, Bill.

Is it safe to assume we can count on your support then, love?

OK, that's fantastic, I knew I could trust you.

Lazy fucking shyster.

Mary, I was really hoping I could count on your support.

Well, I'm disappointed to hear you say that, I must say,

because If I'm honest, Mary, you sort of

brought some of this on yourself, really.

Well, in that you had quite a lot of time off before being diagnosed.

All right, Mary. Thank you, bye.

Fucking fibroid polyp bitch.

I hope they sprout out of her abdomen and fucking choke her.

We can still do it.

Do you want a bit of lippy or something?

Do I need it? Yeah.

OK, Ben, Big Ben tells us that it's resignation time. Are you pumped?

Yeah, I'm pumped, pumped to the fucking max.

If I was a petrol pump I'd be making that clicking sound.

Oh, Olly, you foxy lady.

The press have been hoofing an email about that proves

Nicola agreed with this key worker housing scheme.

Sweet. Suzy, can I get some powder?

Oh, Glenn, my trusty crusty. I've just had my boney buttocks saved.

These phones are amazing, aren't they? I've got an application

that can throw grenades into people's dreams.

So, how do I look?

Has that suit got a reinforced trouser arse on it? Ha-ha, very funny,

what, a joke that I'm going to shit myself?

No, you're going to need it for the ten years

you'll be on the back benches. The email trail about the key worker housing shows

that you, Benjamin Trevor Swain

were gleefully in favour of it, just like Nicola.

You... erm...