Kwasi Kwarteng glanced at Twitter. All across his timeline was that video. The one about the Christmas Party.
His phone went. Facebook video. He flicked it on.
It was Boris. He wasn't wearing any trousers. /1
His phone went. Facebook video. He flicked it on.
It was Boris. He wasn't wearing any trousers. /1
"Chris!" BJ bumbled, flopping around in the wind. "How you bloody doing old chap."
"Feeling great, boss." Kwasi smiled. He'd long ago given up trying to get the Prime Minister to learn his actual name. Hell, maybe he WAS called Chris. Could the Prime Minister be wrong? No. Never
"Feeling great, boss." Kwasi smiled. He'd long ago given up trying to get the Prime Minister to learn his actual name. Hell, maybe he WAS called Chris. Could the Prime Minister be wrong? No. Never
"Need you to do TV in the morning." Boris said, scratched himself and pausing to take in the odor.
"Anyway. Yes. TV. The morning. About the party. Didn't happen."
Out of the corner of his eye, Kwasi could see the video playing on his laptop. On it, Allegra Stratton was laughing
"Anyway. Yes. TV. The morning. About the party. Didn't happen."
Out of the corner of his eye, Kwasi could see the video playing on his laptop. On it, Allegra Stratton was laughing
Kwasi hadn't realised videos could lie. But how could the Prime Minister be wrong? If he said the party didn't happen it didn't happen. The world must be wrong.
"No problem sir." Kwasi replied. "Want me to do the radio too?"
"That's the spirit!" Boris burped. "Thanks Carl."
"No problem sir." Kwasi replied. "Want me to do the radio too?"
"That's the spirit!" Boris burped. "Thanks Carl."
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