Natalie: Sir.
Prime Minister: Thanks (for the magazine) Natalie!
Erm, I'm starting to feel... uncomfortable about us working so closely every day and me knowing so little about you, it seems elitist and wrong.
Natalie: Well, there's not much to know.
Prime minister: Well , erm, where do you live, for instance?
Natalie: Wandsworth. The dodgy end.
Prime Minister: Ah, my sister lives in Wandsworth.
Natalie: Oh yes?
Prime Minister: Yes.
So which exactly is the dodgy end?
Natalie: At the end of the high street, Harris Street, near the Queen's Head.
Prime Minister: Oh, yeah, yeah, That is dodgy.
Natalie: Hm.
Prime Minister: Erm, and you live with your husband? Boyfriend?
Three illegitimate but charming children?
Natalie: No. I've just split up with my boyfriend, so I'm back with my mum and dad for a while. Prime Minister: Ah. Sorry.
Natalie: No, it's fine.
I'm well shot of him.
He said I was getting fat.
Prime Minister: I beg your pardom?
Natalie: He said no one'd fancy a girl with thighs the size of tree trunks.
Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.
Prime Minister: No.
You know, erm... being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered.
Natalie: Thank you, sir. I'll think about it.
Prime Minister: Do The SAS are absolutely charming. Puthless, trained killers are just a phone call away.
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