But, er, now, you know with the not clicking bombshell...
I need to give the impression that I'm not budging, I'm staying exactly where I am,
you know, I'm here for ever, like, you know, like, um...
like Ken, um...
Livingstone? Russell?
Hom? Barlow?
Barlow, like Ken Barlow, I'm solid.
Fucking arse clap. Robyn...
Look, I don't want to say this too many times, but the fact is Nicholson's shafted us.
He's cut us out of the 8.30 briefings.
That's awful. Yes, I know, but for now, this
department is no longer going to any of Malcolm's 8.30 briefings, OK? Tomorrow morning, I just stay here?
That's right. I don't want to alarm Hugh... God, this gets worse! Listen to me, Robyn.
He's got quite enough on his mind at the moment, so tomorrow morning, what you do is you leave here at
the same time, about 8.20 and you fuck off out of and go and sit in a park or something, OK?
Not tell Hugh? Yes. It's only temporary.
I'm going to sort it out.
Won't it just be a bit demeaning?
Terri says there's a list of Question Time producers in her top desk drawer. Are you OK, Robyn?
Um, yeah. Have you been touching her inappropriately?
Fuck off. Yes, I've got the producer's names, so
thanks for that and is there anything else, though, that I could do, like photo ops or, er, a little party?
Schmooze the broadsheets, you know, tell them how much I love running social affairs.
'Whatever, whatever.' Yeah, that would work wouldn't it? Everyone loves a party?
Yeah. Well, I don't personally, but people do. Get your head round this. You'll go to a park. Which park?
Just choose... Green Park. I don't like Green Park.
Which park do you like? St James's Park.
Right, you go to St James's Park, then, OK?
I think we should tell the Minister. Listen, Robyn, I really like you, but fuck off!
Has he been touching you inappropriately again?
Don't you start. Oh, God, I'm rubbish, apparently.
That's why Nicholson has banned us from the 8.30 meetings, and I've got to go and sit in
St James's Park and pretend I'm in a meeting drinking coffee all morning.
I wouldn't worry. There should be about five of you there doing that.
Oh, God! This is just another example of thinking out of the box
by someone who's clearly out of his fucking tree. I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, OK, bye.