Callan (Johnny B)

Bully.

To turn my ears from the howling gales of disapproval.

Yes, but what's your real plan then?

Find someone else to blame.

The problem is there's no one left to sack.

How foolish to fire a fellow called Ollie Robbins.

Why?

He sounds too lovable, like a floppy-eared friend of a saucepanman in an Enid Blyton adventure.

Let me assure you, sir, Ollie was not having an Enid Blyton adventure.

He was meant to be rubber-stamping a man who incredibly appeared to be connected to Epstein, Putin, the Chinese, and, if he'd actually completed the vetting, was likely exchanging bon mots with Freddy Krueger in the alleyway he was urinating in.

One feels sorry for one over one's Epstein-related struggles.

Thank you, sir.

It's like looking in a grey, especially lugubrious mirror, Prime Minister.

I can't believe his security vetting failed, not because of Epstein.

No, because of the Russians.

Well, at least you win problematic bingo.

Well done.

Do you think if I claimed links with Russia and Epstein, they would reject my visa to America?

No.

Worth a try?