So next life class we get an intern because when Tracey told Tommy to undress he got so overexcited, we were like down boy, and produced this bottle of cava and £20 and said plenty more where that came from, hilarious except then he was so cross he would not light any farts because he preferred to save them for the House of Lords where they would be appreciated. Of course the minute Tracey told him her idea for privatising graveyards he promised to put her up for the Carlton but she is still struggling with feet, so until she has improved I will draw them in the spaces and while I am doing that Tracey will bring some edge to the policy unit, because Dave says Lansley is a dead man walking and Hilto had better be right about the happiness agenda or we are all megafucked.
But I think people really will forget about sad things like austerity and Letwin if they think about happiness because we tried it at Farc and it was seriously a life saver. Because while we were sharing happy thoughts we totally forgot to feel suicidal about the No 10 street party, I mean I have told Dave we will be literally the only people in London except for Northerners and the Queen. And Tamara said the thing about happiness, like when you sell must-have shoes and you look amazing and you are on a beach at sunset, maybe the Maldives, with someone uber-hot, is that you genuinely do not have time to think about your problems. And Anya said happiness is for losers but dinner at the Wolseley always does it for her. And Sarah said she was in a spa with Govey sampling a his'n'hers hot lava colonic with complimentary cupcakes and the sensation was so intense that for a few seconds they both forgot about the tsunami, and Anya was like, just try paying for it girlfriend, then see how happy you feel. But Dave's experts have scientifically proved that happiness is not about money, obvs really, because like Mummy says, look at the Kitchener-Felloweses, a basic title costs nothing and they are still in total ecstasy.
