A little seasonal effort.
The Bankers Party.
Dark Victorian office, man wrapped up in hat and scarf, writing in a large book with candle for light and warmth (Scrooge)
Peter Mandelson knocks on door.
S : Yes
PM WALKS IN
PM : Is this the local branch of Ebenezer's Bank?
S: Yes come in.
PM: I've come for a loan for British Business. Can you help?
S: A loan? Are you quite mad?
PM: Yes. But that's another issue. Can you help?
S: Okay, name.
M: Mandelson.
S: First name.
M: Lord.
S: A loan? Have you been elsewhere?
PM: Only my mate old Geoff Robinson a year or two ago,but that was for something quite different.
S: How much were you thinking of?
PM: I need £700million for Jaguar, £500million for the retail sector and chuck in another billion for small business.
S: That is an awful lot of money. I really don't think we can help you.
PM: Why the hell not?
S: We simply don't have the money.
PM: Don't have the money? We gave you guys a 50billion quid bailout, what's happened to all that.
DOOR OPENS LADY ENTERS HOLDING BOTTLE AND WEARING PARTY HAT. BLOWS ON PARTY WHISTLE.
S: What do you want Mrs Cratchit?
C: ( drunken voice. )Bob's asking where the f**k you are Mr Scrooge. Everyone else is here. It's one f**king hell of party. Where did you get the money?
End.