Steely-jawed, far-away look in your eyes. Before they sit in the pub going, "That fucker's got to go,"

you SURPRISE them. "Blimey! He's gone. I didn't expect that."

"Resigned? You don't see that much now." "Old school. Respect. I rather liked the guy."

What a way to go! Yeah?

(It's probably gonna be... It's gonna be Hugh that has to go this time.)

Yeah. WHEEZY CACKLE

SHE LAUGHS ALOUD

..Yeah, no, it is, it's very sad. Very sad.

OK, Tom, yeah... Yes, indeed. Two minutes, two minutes.

Tom's finishing up with the Prime Minister now. I'm gonna join them.

Yup. You might as well stay here. Yeah. Try and make it quick.

You sure it wouldn't help if I sat in with you? No. No, no...