What a surprise. Thank goodness you didn't stumble on us burning a whole load of money on a big bonfire.

Right. Well done on the chat we had this morning.

The AIU are going to produce a paper on this in the next ten to twelve days.

Raise yourselves a glass. Happi-ness.

Yes.

Right, well, I'll see you at this Treasury bash I suppose.

What? The Treasury bash.

The Horseguards Parade thing. Paul Webster, US Economic Secretary of State, he's unexpectedly coming

over, and, er, Treasury are hosting a bash for him this evening.

Don't tell me you've not been invited.

Yes, no, I have, it's just that I'm, um, I'm actually bashing myself tonight. So you,

you've got your own bash, here?

Yep, yep.

Ah, back up everybody. Put the brakes on.

We've got a bash happening here tonight and at the Treasury?

Yeah. It sounds complicated, but I like to maximise my face.

OK, well how many have you invited?

Um, all in I think we've invited about 150 people. And how many replies have you had?

Er, about, I'd say, maybe half a side of A4.

Well, figures, figures, figures.

Twelve. Twelve? Twelve? But we're expecting to do quite a lot of business on the door.

So you're feeling a bit "aaarrggh"!

No, no I'm pretty relaxed about it.

I'm feeling sort of "hmmmmm". Well, you know, it's quite a healthy turnout.

Healthy turnout, this is an ill turn out.

I don't recognise any of these people, this kebab-shop owner,

a child here who's like a butcher's apprentice.

I mean who is she, Myra Hindley woman? Look, will you stop whinging?

When this Prime Minister and Imelda fucking Marcos have gone,

some of these hacks will cease to be pondlife and have some influence.

Just go in and ingratiate yourself!

...he goes, in fact the PM told Geoff to get a life,

but apparently he's, er waiting for the Treasury to clear it.

"K-tssss".

And Julius, Julius Nicholson, says, "I'm sorry, but I think you'll find that you're sitting in my seat".

And this was to God, as I think I mentioned in the set up.