MALCOLM, NICOLA. JULIE TWEETS.

I THINK I'VE GOT
ONE PRETTY SATISFIED CUSTOMER THERE.

WITH NO FUCKING BLADDER CONTROL.

WHY WOULD I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS
EMAIL? WHY ME? THANK YOU.

IN CASE MY BLOODY BALLENTINE WANTS TO KNOW

BUT I AM STAYING STRICTLY MACRO.

DO YOU KNOW, I'M SORRY.
I LOST MY TEMPER.

FUCKING STEER SOME
FUCKING FLAMING WRECKAGE

- CAN YOU EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND?
- OLLY. I'VE GOT HIM FOR YOU.

IS ASKING YOU FORMALLY

YES, OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN'T USE IT,
THAT'S...

- HELLO.
- MORNING, MINISTER.

OH, GOOD. WE ARE LITERALLY
CONFIRMING HIM AS WE SPEAK.

SORRY, I'M JUST TRYING TO...
TRYING TO GET THIS CLEAR.

EXCEPT WHERE THE TOILETS ARE,
BUT YOU LIE ABOUT THAT, RIGHT?

WELL, NO. FOR A START, I DON'T FANCY YOU.

AND RELEASING THEM TO THE PRESS.

YOU'VE DONE SOME
PRETTY AWFUL THINGS TO ME IN MY TIME,

BECAUSE IF YOU CAN'T SPOT
A SPRAYED-ON HALO

"NICOLA IS A HYPOCRITE.
JFU ALSO DONATE TO THE GOVERNMENT.

- THE TACHE IS A BIT OF A GIVEAWAY.
- I WILL DRAFT A STATEMENT.

RIGHT, I'LL RING FOR A CAB.
IT'S QUICKER THAN CALLING ONE OF THE CARS UP. OK?

AND PREPARE FOR YOUR COLUMN
IN GRAZIA.

WELL, I MEAN, I LOOKED BAD, BUT YOU SAID BAD.