He has calmed down since last night, which is a bonus.
David, I said, 'Leave it. Mandelson came back, it's possible. It's been done. Come on Champ. Chin up.'
Course, it all came out like 'woof woof bark bark growl,' again.
Still. His response was better. (If you remember, yesterday he crossed the road twice on a red light, hung three left turns, switched Ceefax on and had a wank, and all I said was ... never mind.)
This time, he did the hokey-cokey, hit himself over the head with my tin of Bonios (smashing them all, no doubt) and opened a bottle of Madeira.
Nice bottle of Madeira it was too. About two grands worth. Rupert Murdoch gave it to him last Christmas. Shit. Shouldn't have said that.
Gotta run, David needs his slippers.