Not one national paper?

No? No.

How is that possible?

How long are we supposed to hang around here?

I promised. 20 minutes. We're scheduled for two hours.

Yeah...

Who's going to do the...thing? What thing?

We do a thing with Terri where I give her a signal...you know?

And she makes up some sort of excuse about having to go...

A change of arrangements... Yeah. ..then we've got to go.

Yeah, cabinet emergencies. You know about that, do you?

Yep, yep.

Absolutely.

I do!

Hi. Hi, Emma.

I just wanted to know... Can I just borrow your seat here? Thanks, Jamie.

I really like you, and...

HE PRETENDS TO VOMIT ↑

..and if something feels right, you know... Hi, Geoff.

Here he is. Here's the man himself. How are you?

What, they've been after you for stuff about me? Your fucking whips?

Have these people... I think... No decency.

Speaking of which, have you heard any of this MoD stuff that's going about?

How much fucking shit is there on the menu, and what fucking flavour is it?!

Malcolm? No, no. I'm in a Scottish restaurant and some man's complaining cos they've under-fried his Mars bar.

Of course it's Malcolm.

Well, Malcolm's always animated. That's him every day.

It's like this furnace of shit.

It's not good for my system. His firm put in the second lowest tender.

Do you fancy meeting up? Maybe tomorrow night?

You're worse than dead meat.

You're too toxic to even feed to the vultures.

I asked you out last night because I really...like you, and...

Yeah. OK, bye. If I've got to go, I've got to go.

Well, here we are, Hugh.

Christ.