He's absolutely useless! He is! He's useless! He's as useless as a marzipan dildo.

I've got to go. The minister's just walked in.

Don't interrupt your call because of me. You're a minister of the Crown.

I'm sure it's much, much more interesting than chutney.

No, no, no. It's... It's a...

my cock-up, as usual. I thought that Graham Dixon was doing a briefing, and it turns out it's Graham Hughes.

Too many Grahams around. We ought to kill some of them. Exactly!

So... So...

God, look, I'm sorry about the fuck-up about the coffee. Oh, God...

How am I supposed to run a department if I can't get the Prime Minister's enforcer a cup of fucking coffee?

No, no, that's OK. Listen, the thing is...

you are doing a bloody good job here, Cliff.