Sorry. OK, it's a personal issue.

I'm not Education Secretary, so...

Nor will you be. Secretary of State, with respect, this is political suicide.

Thank you, Glenn(!) I was hoping there might be a way round this.

I'm sorry, there is no way around it. It's horrible. It's a bit like Dover.

You know, if you want to go to France, you've got go through it.

No, you could go through Weymouth, Portsmouth...

I don't want to go to fucking Dover or France.

I just want my daughter to be happy. Great. Well, that's good. That's excellent.

That's a super message to send out. It shows you've got principles... For fuck's sake, Ollie.

No point telling her just what she wants to hear.

Also, Terri? I'm sorry, but personal issues are not my brief.

OK, thank you for that.

The chair, the lumber chair, has to go in the skip.

Malcolm insisted. Not now, because I've got work to do.

But if you could get somebody.

Apparently, if you have a nice chair it

turns you into Saddam Hussein.

This entire building smells of coleslaw.

So, first Cabinet meeting.

How do you feel? Anxious, nervous, worried?

Not until you said, "Anxious, nervous, worried?", like you're an advert for temazepam.

If I'm sick all over the Foreign Secretary, would that look bad?

No. Geoffrey Howe shat himself on his first morning. Ollie, please!

Well, I find that kind of tomfoolery very tiresome...

What's the driver's name?

Always makes you look more human if you know their name and I am human, so... It's Elvis.

Seriously, what's his name? It's Elvis.

He's from the Ukraine, you see,

and nobody can pronounce the real name, so they call him Elvis on account of the...uh-hu-huh.

What? Take a peek.

What's wrong? You look like you've shat a Lego garage.

Jim Leighton's daughter's standing as an independent in Leamington Spa.

Fuck. This is going to split our vote.

Are we in trouble? Maybe we should have chosen her over Liam Bentley?

No, she thinks just because her dead fat-arse dad was an MP,