just cos HE'S been twatted by the PM. All he'll do is...

spread it all over the office, then we'll be off. Exactly.

And we've every reason to be happy bunnies. Day three of report stage

and it's gone like a dream. Yeah. A GOOD dream, not one of those

where you can't move your legs. Absolutely!

Are you sure about this tie? It's good, it's funny. Funny?! (Terri!)

Fucking hell, this... No, it's not funny. Political breakthrough night!

I don't wanna get laughs off my clothes! She didn't mean "funny ha-ha". It's fine. No, leave it.

Fuck, yes! Wish me luck. I'm going without the tie.

Right... I meant to ask, did you stay in the flat last night? For about a minute and a half.

Kate rang. Alicia had an ear infection.

Obviously life and death(!) Infected ear, huge crisis,

hold the front-page Shuttle disaster(!) I had to drive 20 miles

through the night to be ten feet from Alicia's ear

which wasn't infected anyway. Oh.

And Malcolm's been on at me about the flat.

He thinks there could be problems with the Housing Bill. With you having a flat in Notting Hill

and living within commuting distance? It IS empty quite a lot.

The key-worker stuff in that bill...

(But I NEED a place in London. Everybody else important's got

(a huge, fuck-off, grace-and-favour pad. Why haven't I got one?)

I can sort this out if you leave it to me, do what we said, yes?

The sale but not-a-sale. Yeah, right, whatever.

LOUDER: Right, I'll see you later. We're off. OK.

Enjoy supper.

Enjoy your bollocking! HE LAUGHS

HE BLOWS

God's sake, I'm not gonna kiss him.

Good evening, Minister. Oh! Thank you! If you'd like to step this way.

Excuses, excuses! Take your failure like a man, Ollie!

OK, but next time - and I want a rematch -

Ah'm gonna take you DOWN, mu'fucker! Where are you from?

I'm from Lincolnshire - the windmills, the potatoes, the shit.

Are they...? What, an item?

Do you NEED me to suck up to you? You're a politician...

He made a pretty good just of shagging Angela Heaney. Could be bi.