It backfires horribly. Much to your surprise, everyone quickly finds out you called Red
Ken a "fucking liar".
You attempt to regain the upper hand by rocking gently in your chair and repeating,
"Congestion charge, congestion charge, congestion charge, ..." over and over and over
again.
An awkward silence falls over the studio.
Unexpectedly, Lynda Bellingham comes to your rescue. "That's a good point, Boris,"
she says. "Red Ken, what will you do about the congestion charge?"
You now have the upper hand. You smell blood. It reminds you of your days as a sixth
former at Eton College. You go in for the kill.
Accuse Red Ken of wanting to extend the congestion charge zone as far as St Albans.
Promise to eliminate the congestion charge entirely.
Ken a "fucking liar".
You attempt to regain the upper hand by rocking gently in your chair and repeating,
"Congestion charge, congestion charge, congestion charge, ..." over and over and over
again.
An awkward silence falls over the studio.
Unexpectedly, Lynda Bellingham comes to your rescue. "That's a good point, Boris,"
she says. "Red Ken, what will you do about the congestion charge?"
You now have the upper hand. You smell blood. It reminds you of your days as a sixth
former at Eton College. You go in for the kill.
Accuse Red Ken of wanting to extend the congestion charge zone as far as St Albans.
Promise to eliminate the congestion charge entirely.