Peter Mandleson is sat at his desk tongue out, pencil behind his ear, drawing on a large sheet of paper. Gordon Brown walks in.
GB: Morning Peter.
PM: Morning.
GB: What's that then?
PM: This Gordie, me old mucker, is going to save my job, Darling's job and if the public are gullible enough, your job too.
GB: Don't leave me in suspense then.
PM Looks GB up and down.
PM: Suspenders? No I agree, don't leave them on too long. They tend to rub the upper thigh after a while.
GB: No. Peter. Your plan. Tell me about your plan.
PM: Well, no one wants cars anymore do they?
GB: No they don't. I'm so proud of the British public!
PM: Why?
GB: Protesting against Jeremy Clarkson by not buying cars. It's brilliant.
PM: No Gordon. They aren't buying cars because you've bankrupted most them.
GB: Oh I see.
PM : So the car factories are cutting jobs left right and centre because they have nothing to make.
GB: So that's where you come in then is it Einstein?
PM: Correct. Britain used to be great at making cars, so I simply thought about other things we are great at.
GB: Ships – we're great at building ships.
PM: Were Gordon. The ship industry sank years ago.
GB: Mining – Always good at mining.
PM: Maggie! She made all the mines collapse.
GB: True. But she was so beautiful doing it.
PM: Gordon!
GB. Sorry. So what did you decide we were good at?
PM: Teenage Pregnancies.
GB: Okay?
PM: We currently have 15 million teenage boys in the UK. If each of the randy little bastards each sires one child on average every two years. We can expect them to produce at least 75 million children over the next 10 years.
GB: Bloody hell!
PM: No this good news.
GB: It is?
PM: Yes for, the car factories.
GB: Why?
PM: I'm going to get them all making prams.