Regardless of how you came by Mr Tickel's mental health records,

did you then leak them to the media?

I can't recall.

So that's not a denial?

Je ne remember rien.

Well, if you can't recall,

it leaves open the possibility that you did leak them.

Let me tell you this.

The whole planet's leaking, everybody is leaking.

You know, everyone's spewing out their guts onto the internet.

Putting up their, their relationship status,

and, er, photos of their vajazzles.

We've come to a point where there are people, millions of people,

who are quite happy to trade a kidney in order to go on television.

And to show people their knickers, to show people their skid marks,

and then complain to OK Magazine about a breach of privacy.

The exchange of private information, that is what drives our economy.

But you come after me

because you can't, you can't arrest a land mass, can you?

You can't, you can't cuff a country.

You might as well just go and go,

you can't lynch that guy there, can you?

But you decide that you can sit there, you can judge,

and you can ogle me like a Page Three girl.

You don't like it? Well, you don't like yourself.

You don't like your species, and you know what?

Neither do I, but how dare you come and lay this at my door.

How dare you blame me for this.

Which is the result of a political class...

..which has given up on morality.

And simply pursues popularity at all costs.

I am you, and you are me.

Are you finished?

Ah, I'm finished anyway.

You didn't finish me.

Would you like to stand down?