I'm taking a gamble that Darling is going to have to go soon.
Britain's Got A Chancellor.
Gordon Brown and Harriet Harman are sat behind the table as judges both with a big buzzer in front of them.
George Osbourne walks out.
Harriet: Hello my love, who are you.
George: I'm George. George Obsbourne.
Harriet: What's the dream sweetheart?
George: To become the next Chancellor of the Exchequer.
Gordon: Let's hear it then.
George: I have a strong understanding of fiscal dynamics which is essential in these challenging times.
Gordon presses his buzzer and looks angry.
George: I have the ability to construct policies to generate revenue and provide a positive stimulus to the whole UK economy. Also I'm a multi millionaire – no need to fiddle my expenses.
Harriet presses her buzzer.
George looks disappointed
Gordon: Listen son, do you think that's what we want from a Chancellor?
George: Yeap.
Gordon: Look, I need a f**king pleb, a f**king halfwit, someone who I can put the blame on – you really didn't pull that off I'm afraid.
Harriet: Look, I just don't think you put enough effort in to that, I mean you don't even have a set of comedy eyebrows on do you? So it's a no from me.
George: Hang on a minute, I can fart the Abba hit ,Money, Money, Money while shoving a watermelon up my nose.
Gordon grins.
Gordon: Now you're talking sense.
