Anyway, have a lovely time.

Fiver if you set off the sprinklers.

You know, if you put Hugh in a room full of people, he just, he just clicks.

Sounds like West Side Story. Just...

So who do you work for? Online Telegraph.

I, um, update the subscription-only pages on the website.

It's a bit dull really.

And sorry, who are you?

I, I'm not a journalist, I'm just one of Ollie's mates.

Right.

Angela, hello. Hello. Very nice to see you. Thank you for coming.

So what's this about the demotion?

Sorry, what, what demotion is that?

Everyone knows that you're not sending anyone to Tucker's 8.30's any more.

Sorry, you're saying that, we're not sending anyone to the 8.30s any more?

Yes. That's what I'm saying.

Yes, yes, yes,

we, yes. Glenn, the 8.30s?

Well, just because, um...

we're not going...

to the 8.30s any more doesn't mean to say it isn't normal,

interdepartmental practice, because

you know, there just isn't enough room to get everybody there and it has to occur on a rotational basis.

You getting all this? Yes, thanks it'll be on the website.

Why didn't you tell me, Glenn?

What possible reason did you have? You saw me, I was swinging like a colostomy bag.

Oh, Hugh, grow up. You did nothing.

There's stuff that happens in this department every day. I can't tell you everything.

Since when, Glenn, does the Secretary of State for Social Affairs, have to find out

from the fucking press that every morning at 8.30 I'm being fisted up to the gall bladder by a bald man?

Oh, yes, my... Goodnight. Thanks for coming. Take it easy.

Right guys, thanks very much for staying on.

Julius Nicholson, right? Yep.

Blue-sky thinker.

Ex-business guru.

Dog rapist. Quite possibly.