I'm very sorry I woke everybody up, James.
Well, we could always give the kids earplugs, you know.
Or sedate them.
Maybe a bit of friendly heavy sedation.
Oh, bollocks!
First in the SACK race.
And they capitalised SACK, just in case anybody thought
it was a piece about what a good sack racer I am.
- Gotta go, I am being car-jacked.
(I'm actually very happy with my broadband provider, yeah.)
There were other meetings right about that time
and I need to see all of those.
Glenn - can you put stuff with staples through a shredder?
- No! - Yes you can, it does credit cards.
Who is gonna break the news to Nicola?
I'm gonna do that and I'm gonna do it alone.
I'm just gonna give her the pre-briefing, right?
I'm just gonna blind her with bad press.
A bumpf. You do the...
- Yes. - Back in the neck.
You've seen the sack race thing, I suppose.
Yeah, there it is.
It's not funny! It's not even accurate
because technically I was fourth.
So really they should have said "Fourth in the SACK race"
I think we should complain to the PCC.
Look - stop worrying.
The PM is not going to sack you after a week.
Sacked after 12 months - looks live you've fucked up.
Sacked after a week looks like he has fucked up.
And I'm not doing terribly - am I?
I love the way they've sandblasted everything around here.
So clean!
Robin, you've got no time to shred those.
Please take them to the lavatory or something.
Did she just say take them to the lavatory?
Are you going to stand there like that?
- (both) Yes!
You look the end of a wedding.
You're gonna give her an arch?
Just go and get her!
She'll never guess there's anything wrong.
Fucking idiot.
I'd just like people to get to know the real me.
You know I feel like I'm coming across as a bit...
Oh, I don't know.
- Glum. - Smug?
Smug?
Yeah, you're coming across more smug than glum.
Cause I am actually quite a fun person - underneath all of this
I've got loads of friends.
Well, I'm sure you have, but the trouble is
when you say something like that
it sounds a wee bit smug.
Could you just pull in over here?
And you could take out that cyclist as you're going
I think he's shadow cabinet.
Could you meet me at the door tomorrow?
- Sorry. - I'm carrying two fridges in.
Yes, of course.
Yes ...
Right - so the lunch, I've been with the Guardian
and and in the end I thought - maybe not the Mail -
they might be nice to your face
but then brand you a a men-hating euro slag.
Ollie - if you had to choose three nasty adjectives
that describe me, what would they be?
I'm sorry?
Well I was just talking to Malcolm
and he mentioned a pejorative word
which I hadn't thought of before so I'm just keen to get your take.
- Okay, top three? - Yep.
Uhm...
Sour?
- Okay.
Frumpy and ...
Uptight?
Yeah, okay.
Why not egg and spoon?
Egg and spoon would have been better than sack.
Yeah but, you know. Egg on face?
She must go spooner rather then later ...
If you dropped it - Yolk-o Ono. You know...
- Morning... - Secretary of State!
Something terrible has happened.
Oh, lovely Terri. Beautifully finessed.
- What? - It's my duty to advise you
of appendix 4 of a Data Protection Acts
advisory note to government departments.
Sounds like you're arresting me.
Appendix what?
Shut it, we lost the questions here, mum.
I was being a police-woman?
Look - somebody explain to mein simple terms
what has happened, cause at the moment I feel
a bit like I've wandered into a cryptic crossword
compiled by Rumpel-fucking-stiltskin.
Basically - every British citizen, who's arrived here
in the last 7 and a half months, uhm ...
Their names have been wiped.
The immigration database is blank.
Oh, fuck.
Oh fuck - this is a fucking disaster.
Well the last hope was that Ollie had it that thing ...
- What... a memory ... - Stick.
Well I only said it just cause you looked like you were gonna self-harm.
I mean they've gotta be somewhere - surely.
Yeah, well they're not actually in that drawer.
I'm getting Nurofen, Terri.
Do you not backup, you people?
I backup! I barely even know what backingup means.
I really thought that today
we were gonna start to fight back, you know.
And it looks like we have started to fight back
by beating ourselves up
and poking out our eyeballs with our own fucking teeth.
Jesus!
Right - who primarily should I be shouting at?
Glenn....
Oh, thank you very much!
I have here the minutes which are a record and ...
You know what? You don't just over-write minute
You specifically can't do it, cause you can't unlock a pdf file.
Somebody has just done a huge poo on my desk
and I want it cleared up.
My bum is clean - it's clean as a whistle
and I'm gonna tell you something interesting
unless you take the hard-drive, smash it up with a hammer
or you drop it in acid, that data is gonna be retrievable
it says so on the BBC website.
I need a shortlist of people who are responsible
Glenn - will you bring me a shortlist?
... with your own name on it.
Malcolm's on his way over.
Does he know?
I don't think so, do you want me to go and ask?
- (everybody) No! -What?!
Right, we need to cancel the Guardian lunch.
No.
That would be a ridiculous signal to do.
That's the kind of signal that a dying whale sends out
♪Wooo, we've lost the immigration figures.♪
- ... sort of a signal. - Would you all please just
fuck out of my office... For a long time.
- Very good. - Got you a croissant.
Morning desk-jockeys.
Is glummy-mummy in?
I think she's on the phone.
All right. Why don't I just cool my heels here?
Good morning, Malcolm.
Do you know, Malcolm?
The best way to clear a paper jam?
I don't know.
Kill a kid an hour until it sorts itself out?
Excelent time, Malcolm.
Uh, great. So if you could just sort out the sack race situation
for me that would be terrific.
Yeah, what would you like me to do on that?
Uhm, ideally - build a time machine so that we can go back
and not invite the photographers to the sports day.
If I fail to build the time machine?
Just sit on it really, Terri. You know - stop it growing.
Stop it like a tumor.
Thank you, yes.
So, Malcolm.
Oh oh oh - incoming body parts excuse me.
Look - if this is getting any bigger, you're gonna feel
the thump of a fucking harpoon in your thorax.
Does he know?
Well, follow him.
... I hope that you like shitting toenails, because
that's what you're gonna be doing all of the next week.
And don't worry - I've painted them yellow
so they'll look like fucking sweet corn.
The guy's a fucking liability. Jesus Christ.
Listen, I will ...
Look, I couldn't hear everything
he takes very long strides...
Are you a fucking penguin? Just run.
Look, I'm a civil servant not a fucking olympic athlete!
Right - what's ocurring Herman GÃ♪ring?
What?!
You're fucking kidding me.
Excuse me.
Two minutes and I will be back.
I'm fucking okay footballer ...
That's it - he knows.
Do you want me to follow him again?
Yes, no. Yes - I'm Secretary of State. Yes!
Do as I say.
How that list going on?
Glenn, who's on the list?
It's not a big list.
Well get going on the bloody list!
Hi, Robin!
Hey, look. Uhm, you know Phil Davis?
Is he a Davies or a Davis?
I know you don't like me, Glenn,
but you're not sacking me...
What?
(laughter)
I'm protecting you.
Okay, well - you know, I've got you back as well.
Even though I know you are the guy who authorised
the wiping of the back-up.
Well that may or may not be true.
Well - it is true.
It may or it may not be true.
Well, that is true.
(laughing)
Then if it was a short term stategy it allows you to develop
a long term strategy ...
Explain it to them.
We've just been discussing the data loss incident and...
Could we not call it "the incident"?
Just sounds like a toxic spillage.
Curfuffle?
How's the time machine coming on, Terri?
Have you managed to find a flux capacity yet?
Well I had to come fetch Glenn...
It was a joke, it doesn't matter.
I was thinking one possible strategy might be
not to tell anybody.
What - we keep it a secret?
Sorry - Malcolm's coming back.
Tell me more about not saying anything.
Well it's pretty self-explanatory.
- Or not? - Robin.
Maybe you could get us some teas.
Okay - what does everybody want?
I'll make a little list - shall I Glenn?
- A cappuccino - please. - A herbal, please.
- A Lemon zinger. - Really?
Yes please.
Lil' pigs... Little pigs.
Let me come in. Don't worry about the hair on the chiny-chin-chin.
So what was your call?
What was my call?
- Did you - - You want to know
what my call was ?
Was it important?
I'm sorry I didn't realise that I had to run all my calls
through your bed-wetters switchboard here.
I usually just dial 118.
Malcolm, do you know?
- Obviously he knows... - No, he doesn't know.
There has been a massive irretrievable data loss.
The last 7 months worth of new immigrant details have
gone - apparently lost in the computer.
Oh...
Do you know what's really fucking sad here -
is that I don't have the energy
to pretend I already knew.
Which is for the best - because I'm gonna need
all of my fucking energy to fucking rip
all of your bodies to bits with my bare hands and
sell off - yes - sell off your fucking flailed skin
as a sleeping bag to a fucking normal person.
Can I just say that getting angry isn't gonna help anything
I've done anger, I'm currently at grief
I'm working my way towards bargaining - whatever
you know - you're behind me.
So - what is your great strategy
for dealing with this?
Come on - I'm fucking all ears
I'm fucking Andrew Marr here.
So let's - Terri let's hear what you
Let's go, let's get going
high-level technical discussion, I'm up for it.
Right - blaming the departmenet, minister -
might be a high-risk strategy
Oh, high-risk. Saucy. Pass F.
My pitch would be - this departement is fatally flawed.
It's out of condition, it's obese
it's astmatic.
That's it girl - back over the net.
You need to be really sure about that, Nicola.
Yes, wise words from the distinguished elderly gay
fucking tennis couch here.
Seriously I think we should talk about my strategy futher
because I really think that's the way...
Yeah, the fucking wee boy is having a go now
with his fucking tiny shorts on.
What about Sue Barker's little sister here.
What's she got to say?
You've got something to say to add to the conversation?
No, just that there was no Lemon zinger
so uhm... This is coffee, is that alright?
Do the Guardian know about this?
Oh for ... Of fucking Guardian - I don't know.
Have this refer to my departement.
Should I find out? Get some feelers?
Yeah you go and get your feelers out for the lads.
What do you think, Malcolm?
Shitting on the departement, will that work?
Yes, let's cause a little bit of friction.
Let's fire someone.
What about Glenn?
Well you can't just fire Glenn like that.
- We could fire Glenn. - Should I get his file?
- No. I've got a list!
See there you are, he's got a list.
You're a new broom
you're sweeping up trouble with one end
broom handling incompetent staff up the tunnel with the other.
So - Malcolm - how do we play it to the Guardian?
Smile. Be gay.
Smile smile smile.
So, uh... Who's gonna be there?
Oh, plenty. There's gonna be all the hacks.
There's the editor, the leader writer, all the political staff
and actually - unfortunately I heard that
the so-called cartoonist is going to be there
you know the one drew the picture of you smothering
the dove of peace with your breasts?
For no apparent reason.
Do you want to run any policy stuff - any lines?
You know - things you might like to say?
Look - what about the "plastic vs wooden toy" thing?
Oh God - no no no. That was absolute 4am stuff
that was to be filed away with community support park keepers
completely top-of-the-head stuff - no no.
No I think this is just about showing the real Nicola...
Operation "Not smug, not glum."
Well I'm told this lunch is on the 5th floor, so.
It's taking a while, I mean, maybe we should -
we should just walk.
I'm not walking to the fifth floor.
I would actually like to be able to speak by the time we get up there.
No look - if I come into the lift, I become convinced I'm gonna die
so I'm gonna walk. I'm sorry - claustrophobic, sorry.
I'll just check that for the duration of the lunch we are all
we are all off the record, yes?
I mean - but we're happy to be on.
No, off is best.
It's a bit like when the snooker comes on
on the telly
you know, you just - off. Off.
Uhm, how's it going with her?
How are you finding her?
Uhm, Nicola?
Very...
Good.
Fun.
Hello, Nicola Murray. Hello...
... very formal, isn't it? I need to lighten up.
Yeah I like to use the stairs sometimes, to - you know
just a bit of a laugh.
Right, so uhm - wll done, bit of a baptism of fire
first week - the whole "I'm bent" thing, the sack race stuff
Oh God yeah - that was annoying.
And hilarious.
Annoying and hilarious?
Yeah, you know, like Russel Brand -
you wanna hate him, but he's just funny.
Well - what about the current problems?
Which - which problems in particular?
Just asking, we're off the record.
I'm not playing any games with you
I'm not tobogganing you, anything like that.
Well, it's only been a week.
A lot of data to keep on top of I imagine?
Oh, there really is, or are -
Is? Are? Data.
Don't know. Plural?
Come on - you're the Guardian.
I don't know, it's a minefield.
We do - very much keep on top of it.
Or them. The datas.
That's a very important part of what we do.
- And we back up everything. *Don't talk with mouth full!*
All the time.
Afternoon, ladies.
I heard there were sandwiches and I'm a fucker for crest.
No no no, please don't get up, I'm not Viagra.
- Jeffrey. - Always a pleasure.
- John, how you doing - I just want to tell you
I really enjoyed your novel.
Oh, thank you very much.
Way of writing a fucking awful story.
Joking, joking!
So!
Ay? She's not smug.
She's not sour, is she?
Thanks, Malcolm.
See what it is is these bastards - the other bastards -
they are selling her as smug and sour.
You know why that is?
Cause she's a proper person.
With dyed roots and stretch marks.
She's not not one of these assholes
that goes on the One Show - fucking laughing their heads off
about the fucking Apprentice offers.
She's ordinary.
And they can't handle that. Yeah?
But that's why we need you guys - the good guys on site.
I mean we certainly gotta get through you, you couldn't be any closer.
I'll tuck a bit closer to you.
No no - that's enough, thanks.
Yeah, I don't wanna do that - you know.
Not with your little - wandering hands syndrome you've got.
You managed to patch it up with her?
Not now. No, Malcolm, thanks.
You're still sleeping in the car, yeah?
Sorry - Nicola. We talked about immigration
what's gonna happen when there is the next inevitable
immigration foul-up how is that gonna work?
Look - she's been in the job a week.
The departement shit the fucking shit.
She's working her fucking lady bollocks off
trying to get things done in there
she's really doing alright - alright?
Fuck's sake.
Well - a week is a short term in politics.
I think as a rule, I will be very happy to come and talk policy.
- Fantastic. - That's great.
What's a trademark Nicola Murray policy?
Well - there's the - the wooden toys.
- ... Thing. - Brilliant.
Yeah, I mean it really is. We're knocking about some ideas
about plastics. I'm aware that my kids' toybox is full of plastic
and they have very few of the little wooden toys
you know, that would have been traditionally played with by
their forefathers and four....
mothers - it's a big family.
And plastics sometimes contain carcinogens, so ...
the first step I think is going to be probably
trying to decarcinegenosize ...
toys. You know - mass decarcine-genocide.
The simple message here would be -
Let's get back to wood, simple wooden toys
uhm, for simple people.
Children - it's very early days.
And obviously we will tighten that up a bit.
So.
Good?
Good. Good.
- Good. - Fine.
Good, good.
Funny old departement to come into, isn't it?
You know, obviusly you've shied away from talking about it in there
but immigration - is there all sorted there ?
Right - we weren't sure whether you knew or not.
Yeah - that's DoSAC.
You say that - I had no idea when I came in
that we were just hemorrhaging citizenship data.
- Hemorrhaging? - Yeah, it's the last 6 months worth.
- God! - Did you - how did you ...
Did you know?
Well we do now.
Well - thank God we're off the record.
Bye bye John, lovely to meet you.
Sorry, bye bye - it was nice to - I didn't catch you name
Oh, it's Marianne, actually.
- Marianne. Right. Yeah.
So you weren't at the lunch - weren't you?
Uhm, no actually I'm freelance, I'm just doing some feature shifts.
Sorry - Marianne - you were behind us just now
coming down the stairs weren't you - so.
You heard what we were talking about.
- Yeah. - But we were off the record, so.
- That's... - Well. It's very nice to meet you anyway.
Shit.
Shit!
We're over here.
Come on! What are you doing marking out you territory.
Welcome to the mothership.
I just need some air. Ollie.
Can you - come with me? Open the door!
Come with me now.
A post-match puker is she?
- Come on! - What is it?
Look over there- there's a woman
red hair - young woman on the phone.
She was behind me on the stairs, I though she was off the record
she was actually on the record
so I need you to go over there now
take whatever was on the record off the record.
It doesn't matter - don't be thick for once
just go over there and just say it's off
say whatever it was was off the record, go.
Now, run, run, run. Marianne...
I don't know what she said.
Yep.
I'm gonna miss my winetasting again tonight.
I expect you're probably a single-malt man.
I mean I quite like ...
Look for fuck's sake we both know I've got blackberries to check.
Marianne - I'm not threatening you, but -
- What? - Well like I said
I'm not threatening you.
Well usually the phrase "I'm not threatening you, but ... "
is followed by a threat.
I'm sorry Malcolm, I'm really sorry.
FUCK'S SAKE! Jesus!
Christ!
We'll never get another fucking adjective
til I get to fucking smug and glum.
... haven't we - FUCKING RETARDED!
Jesus Chr - Do you not think it would have been germane
to check who you're talking to -
it's a fucking newspaper office
it's not a fucking sanatorium for the fucking deaf - is it?!
Are you so dense ?
Am I gonna have to run around slapping badges on people
with a big tick on it with a big cross on others
so you know when to shut your gob
and when to open it?!
Jesus Christ...
Oh but that would probably confuse you as well - won't it
that'd be too confusing - you'd see the cross and go -
oh - X marks the spot -
better tell this little person all about the Prime Minister's
fucking catastrophic erectile dysfunction.
Oh but - not to worry. Not to worry
you've sent fucking Ollie over there to deal with it -
FUCKING OLLIE!
He's a fucking knitted scarf ... fucking balaclava!
- Well, you're on a very shaky legal groud there.
No, I'm really not.
Look - the departement is not fit for purpose, really
I mean - Terri's quite bad and...
Not just Terri - I mean - I'm not gonna name names but Robin
Robin's shit.
Alright, moth. Fuck off.
I'm sure that we can settle this matter of
of you - eavesdropping on a private conversation.
It was a public conversation.
No - you are - you think you're so clever.
You are so totally wanking with the wrong crowd here
because this man - right? This man IS the press
I mis-spoke and I mis-saw you ...
- Nicola! - Fuck... What have I done?
So do you think this is gonna advance your career?
Is this you moving forward?
At least my career has got a trajectory
whereas yours is about to crash head-on
into a change of governement.
Don't you worry - girl, because I can still
fucking steer some fucking flaming wreckage
- right in your fucking direction. - Yeah, I tell you what -
Once it's printed I promise I come'll back to you
for a reaction quote - how's that?
Darlin' - I wouldn't fucking piss on you if you were
fucking allergic to piss - right?
- On you go - walk the walk. - Quite enough for one day - thank you.
Walk the walk - fuck right off - go on.
We'll live though this - won't we?
Nicola - I've got the list ready whenever you're ready.
I'm ready now - actually.
I can do it in a reversed order if you like - like the pop charts.
Oh, how was meet the press?
It was not great.
They didn't know about the data loss - they do now.
Okay - well that's not too bad though
off the record - they can't use any of it.
No - I was ambushed by a not-off-the-record journalist.
Nevermind.
Oh - fuck!
Alright - from now on - none of us let her out of our sight.
She's not to be trusted. Sorry - minister.
- Terri - - Yes?
Where in the civil service guidelines does it say
it's absolutely fine to leave your minister alone
with a hostile journalist, if you just can't be asked
to walk down the stairs?
- Now I'd already pressed the buton. - Absolutely.
- However, it was supposed to be on Ollie's stick - so
he is the last man standing.
Hey hey hey! At least I know how to use a stick
... mister Floppy.
Have you finished?
Well no - I imagine I'm gonna have to do it over and over again
until you go on the fucking course.
Okay - let's call a truce.
Let's agree that nobody in this room
is gonna be sacked - okay?
For now.
- I've still got the original list here.
Okay, let's start with that.
Top of the list is - Kelly Peters.
- No. - Why not?
She's a very nice girl, Kelly Peters.
I mean, she's very kind. She often lends me hard bucks.
Terri - The Mail is on the phone.
Christ. Don't worry - I'll deal with it. I'll deal with it.
Robin.
- Yeah. - No no no. Absolutely - I mean.
There are too many implications, just simply cannot
go with the idea of sacking Robin, okay?
Are you sleeping with her?
What? No!
Although everytime he does see her in his head
he just hears *bow chiki-bow bow chiki*
Ollie!
It just seems to me that all we'd be losing
if we got rid of Robin is somebody makes a wee cup of tea, you know.
Shit, Malcolm.
Hello?
Get over here. Now.
Might be advisable to wear brown trousers
and a shirt the colour of blood.
Fuck.
Has he run of? He does that.
Yeah - he just gone really HBO.
I've gotta go to Number 10 now.
Now?
Need my coat - and a one of you - Terri.
- What? - I need my - right.
Oh, fuck - shoes.
Do you want me to go with you?
Yes.
Shit.
Okay. Right - we're off.
I'm actually wondering whether to take a Narcan and a lift.
I just wanted to say to you by the way of introductory remarks
that I'm extremely miffed about today's events
and in my quest to try to make you understand the level -
of my uhm - unhappines - I'm likely to use
an awful lot of - what we would call - violent sexual imagery
and I just wanted to check
that neither of you would be terribly offended by that.
I could actually do without the theatricks
I think, Malcolm.
Enough!
E-fucking-nough.
You need to learn to shut your fucking cave.
Right? Today, you have laid your first big fat egg of solid fuck.
You took the data loss media strategy
and you ate with a lump of E. coli.
And then you sprayed it our of your arse at 300 mph.
I simply made a mistake.
You got on the record and off the record fucking mixed up!
What would have happened if like George Martin would have done that?
They wouldn't be no fucking Beatles - that's what.
Now - I don't give a fuck about that.
I've got to fucking sit next to Paul McCartney in fucking checkers.
The data loss wasn't my fault.
Fine, yeah - but I tell you what.
It came out fucking pretty fast
once you were in there, didn't it?
Whick make me wonder - whould I just go
and talk to the boss, should I go and tell him -
"I don't think she's up to the job."
You said yourself if he sacks me after a week
that looks like HE's fucked up.
Yeah - but that was before- when your only problem was
a fucking shit pun in a newspaper
and a face like a dog caught in lick and piss of a nettle.
Okay - I messed up - Right?
I messed up, but -
I will from now on listen to every bit of advice you give me.
I'll go on Question Time wearing a push up bra and a fez.
I'll do the hustings on stilts
if that's what you tell me the strategy is
because you know about that stuff, Malcolm
I know that. It's just that
I've got things that I want to do, alright?
Of course you do like Montessori fucking rocking horses I suppose.
- No no no. - The Mail have the motherload
on this - right?
So that means there's a way through this for us
but it entails you - Medea
eating a complete concrete mixer full of humble pie.
Right - what's the strategy?
The Kraken awakes...
No no - it's just that this is the first bit of the meeting
that hasn't been about expletives and feses and stilts
and teabagging - I mean -
this is the bit that relates to media management.
I didn't say anything about teabagging.
Do you even know what teabagging is?
Not really - no.
I'm told it's unpleasant.
Who'd you want me to call?
The Mail. Get The Mail in.
Okay, come on - The Cheeky Girls that's it
back on tour.
- Yeah, love you work. - Teabagging?
Yes, this is Marianne from The Mail.
Glenn - I've told you who I want you to fire.
I need you to do it, not me, because
because I'm relatively popular around here
and frankly - you've got nothing to lose.
Well, this is it, Robin, this is me - true to my word.
Andrew, mate - sorry, nothing personal -
you've gotta clear your desk and go.
- What? - Please don't hit me
I'm wearing glasses.
What I'd like to say to your readers
is that the person responsible is being fast-tracked
to the dole queue as fast as her kitten heels will carry her.
You need to leave your badge, obviously
- Security ... - Stick it!
Andrew please, don't take it like this - please.
Is everything right out there? It seems a ...
That was uhm -
the person responsible.
Didn't you say something about kitten heels?
It's never a pretty bussiness, but you know -
- ... he made mistakes and - - And he had to go.
Ollie perhaps you could show Marianne to the lifts
Actually I thought I might take the stairs -
see what else I can pick up on my way out.
Very funny.
Hi Nicola.
You're alright?
Yeah.
Robin, could you get me some tea?
Now?
Uhm... Bad moment?
You sacked the wrong person, Glenn.
They're all bad moments.
Glenn. How's Nicola?
She look so...
Glum.
She looks like I feel when I visit Sheffield.
Well I don't think The Guardian liked us going on the record with Mail.
I did and spin it - I got them to take "frowny" out
No you didn't - frowny's the second adjective.
Oh. Well - I did do something.
"Nicola Murray looking glum, frowny and tired was overheard
- moaning about ... " - Glenn, mate...
what would you do if you found that a dongle that
everyone had thought was lost
was right at the bottom of your second best bag?
I don't think, we'd want it back.
"One of her gems is a plan to outlaw plastic toys."
Right now, Ollie, Nicola hates us
but if she knew we'd found it -
she'd start laughing.
Hating - is better than laughing.
Trust me.
"Why anyone would like to brand her a kill-joy
our a sourpuss is beyond us. "
That was it - it was sourpuss.
They wanted to put "sour" - I suggested the "puss".
- Morning. - Morning.
I'll see if I can find a hammer and some acid.
/subs by .knotie/