Just going to go to DfiD. Never a good one. Too many fucking earings. The West Wing runs Oxfam.

First serious question: is there any way we could close the whole place down and suck it up into Treasury? Or could we fire the lot of them and get you to do the whole department’s job on a Tuesday night after we’ve done the curry with the Wonky Ron but before we play 5-aside? Stuff some airmail's with used notes and just quantatively ease it out your arse all over the third world?

Anyway. Going to talk to Foster. Know there's a view abroad that he's a good guy. A blessing in disguise. But I tell you what, it's a fucking good disguise.

So, action point two: when I'm not around, just keep a beady fucking eye on him will you? Let him know he's on a code nine lock-down and we're ready with a red-hot poker to ram it up his jacksie if he burps the wrong crisp flavour, alright?

Love

Malcky-Walky