"you've never spent a night with a mosquito."

So...part of your job...

is to make sure that the government's message gets across clearly?

Is that right?

That's correct.

And despite the sarcasm marinating that question, I'm very successful in that endeavour.

No, there was no sarcasm intended at all, Mr Pearson.

Sorry, I must have misread your...face.

Does your job intrude on your home life?

No.

No, when I close the front door, I...

I'm no longer Stewart Pearson.

When you, when you...

I mean, when I...when I close it from the...from the inside.

You know, when I close it from the outside then I...

then I very much AM Stewart Pearson.

So who are you at home?

Er, I'm a husband,

I'm a...pardon me, a lover,

I'm a carpenter, I'm a cook, I'm a flautist.

A-a..? A flautist.

Right. I play the flute.

And I dabble on the Irish bodhran.

Erm, and would you like to express any remorse for Mr Tickel's death?

What would you like to say to his family?

Er, I would like to offer them maximum respect, you know?

And maximum remorse.

And maximum assurance that Mr Tickel did not die in vain.

We're here. You know?

How can we make the government and the media inclusive without being intrusive? Yeah...

And if we can answer that,

at least we can make sure there are no more Mr Tickels.

I mean that...I mean that not in the sense of, you know,

wiping out the Tickel family name.

I mean it in the sense that nothing like this will ever happen again.

Hello, Mr Pearson. Hi.