Fuck! She's just gone to The Mail. I'm onto it!

I wish you'd ask me more about the Bill,

it is an extraordinary triumph...

I am asking you about the Bill. Good.

Specifically about the empty-house management orders.

How do they square with the fact that YOU ha second property lying empty

that you won't sell? It's not technically empty.

I would've been staying there quite recently, except my daughter was very seriously ill. I've spoken...

She's only seven.

I've spoken to an Asian family who say they've put in four separate offers on your flat, all rejected

with no explanation. Well, OK...

OUT THE WAY!

Is it because they're Asian? No. G-God, no!

Where the fuck is he?! The goldfish bowl. Fuck!

No, no. I'm very glad you brought THAT up, because that gives me an...

opportunity to... Sorry.

Mucking about... Um...I have always m-maintained...

I am very sorry... Can I just borrow the minister for a moment? Sure.

Sorry. Be right back with you.

VOICES INAUDIBLE

..STUPID...!

..know what the fuck is going on?!

Angela... PRICK! ..can I get you a fresh cup of, er, coffee or...?

No, I'm fine. Would you like some tea?

No, no... No biscuits or anything?

..FUCKED...! Do let me know if you need anything.

Thanks.

..GET in back in there... DOOR SHUTS NOISE OUT

Ah...

Bit of a disagreement. Blimey. Yes...

Um, could you...? I'm just curious. Could you hear...? Because...

we were actually... We CAN be quite brutal to each other,

cos we're VERY good f-friends. Right.

Haven't been accepting ANY offers? No. That wasn't the point!

The whole deal was to put the flat on the market so if the press asked,

"Fuck off, he's selling it. Go away." Then Hugh's got a place in town.