I found an opaline angel on the bus from CenterParcs. A little hook in its head.

At first I gave it to the bus driver. He said he’d dispose of it. And then the doors closed and I walked away with my little red suitcase. Who am I, the Chancellor of the Exchequer?

I am not the Chancellor of the Exchequor.

The Chancellor of the Exchequor is Jeremy Hunt. Jeremy Cunt, the Hulture Secretary. Previous Hulture Secretary. Not any more, obviously.

Who am I the Chancellor of the Exchequer, I said to myself, with my hands empty except for my stupid little red suitcase. So I walked back just as the bus was pulling off, and I knocked on the pneumatic doors, and Craig, that was the driver, Craig stopped the bus and opened the doors. And he gave me back my opaline angel.