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

You don't need to listen to all of my chutney!

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

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.

With all this shit in the paper about whether I'm going or not... Yeah.

Terri, can you bring the Mail in, please? ..Have you seen the Mail?