Plagiarise, plagiarise. Let no other bugger's work evade your eyes. (Apologies to T Lehrer.)
"Well, chaps? How are we playing this one? Only - Humphrys will slap me good and hard (ooh Matron!) if I take the wrong line. You know what he's like."
Hey, Davis. Ask Santa to put a copy of the Boy's Own Little Black Book of MPs' Phone Numbers in your Christmas, um, stocking.
Do your fucking job, you arse. We pay you enough.
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