Live from the Lord Moon of the Mall (Pt. II)

“You’ve got to wear a face nappy if you want to come in here,” chunters a half-cut Tim Martin as Matt Hancock enters the Lord Moon of the Mall. “Only joking,” he slurs. “Who am I to tell the health secretary what to do with his face?”

The frontbenchers are in the corner, pouring lager over a row of tables and rousing a shirtless Mark Francois to slide across them. “What shall it be, Hancock, a big glass of Ribena?” asks Jacob Rees-Mogg. “One can always find inspiration in the Wetherspoon app if all else fails – no offence intended.” It’s enough to give Matt an attack of conscience. He runs outside to throw up.

“Watch out, you stupid boy!” cries a kerbside Oliver Dowden. Matt wipes his mouth and turns around: “Who are you?”

“I’m the digital secretary,” he says, prompting Matt to break the fourth wall: “I was wondering what this had to do with technology.”

The health secretary joins him on the kerb. “What are you doing out here, then? You know, I had your job once. A strange one, isn’t it… Having to suddenly know about X Factor and football all at once.”

“In a matter of days,” sighs Oliver, “I’m supposed to somehow justify Boris’s billion-pound U-turn on Huawei.

“You should say Daniel Rashford made him do it,” grins Matt. “Why are you headbutting the pavement?”

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