Caption: that you, Benjamin Trevor Swain

what, a joke that I'm going to shit myself?

No, you're going to need it for the ten years

you'll be on the back benches. The email trail about the key worker housing shows

were gleefully in favour of it, just like Nicola.

You... erm...

There you go. Break a leg, love.

And your neck and your wrist, it doesn't really matter.

I never act on impulse, I'm so not impulsive

and Malcolm made me do it and now, fuck.

What?

Launching this inquiry may prove to be misguided in that

I now recall I may have fleetingly supported the policy myself.