Unfortunately the radio in your limousine is broken, so on the way to the interview Adam
Rickitt sings a selection of all your favourite hits by D:REAM, B*Witched and Wolfgang
Amadeus Mozart. You make a note to have your man have a look at fixing the car stereo.
Luckily you arrive at the interview to find that you are in fact early. You must have
accidentally changed your bedside alarm clock twice when the clocks went forward
a couple of weeks ago.
A very pretty lady from the BBC with a pleasingly low cut top offers to do your hair and
make-up before you go on air.
You graciously accept her offer. You want to look your best if you're going to
convince people you're better than that callous cad Red Ken.
You suggestively invite her back to "City Hall" later for a game of "Wiff-Waff".
Wink wink.
Over her shoulder you spy Alistair Campbell stroking a cat near a cluster of
photographers. This is PR gold!
Rickitt sings a selection of all your favourite hits by D:REAM, B*Witched and Wolfgang
Amadeus Mozart. You make a note to have your man have a look at fixing the car stereo.
Luckily you arrive at the interview to find that you are in fact early. You must have
accidentally changed your bedside alarm clock twice when the clocks went forward
a couple of weeks ago.
A very pretty lady from the BBC with a pleasingly low cut top offers to do your hair and
make-up before you go on air.
You graciously accept her offer. You want to look your best if you're going to
convince people you're better than that callous cad Red Ken.
You suggestively invite her back to "City Hall" later for a game of "Wiff-Waff".
Wink wink.
Over her shoulder you spy Alistair Campbell stroking a cat near a cluster of
photographers. This is PR gold!