Callan (Johnny B)

The Council of State reception continues here on RT.

Meanwhile, in the Paddy Hillary Spurious Mistress Memorial Corner, an encounter between two former presidents is unfolding right before my very eyes.

The first female president of the state and the first petulant one.

It's certainly very chilly in here.

Michael D., I can't believe you insisted on having a special chair.

Rubble, I see you're still doing your bit for the planet by reducing every room five degrees with your mere haughty presence.

Of course I've a chair.

One is an excellency.

Can you believe what she's done with the place?

So drab.

Dreadful.

It looks like the before on an episode of Great House Revival.

Smelling salts wouldn't revive this decor.

I still can't believe she dressed up as me for her inauguration.

I mean, get your own thing, girlfriend.

And don't get me started on this horrendous spread.

Not a salmon bleedy in sight.

The standards have really slipped under Comrade Conler.

Listen, I won't dilly or dally.

Frankly, this whole thing is beneath me.