As told to Piers Morgan’s Organ. And Cressida Dick. And Tom Watson.
Friday: waited till noon for my ‘special friend’ Fred to contact me with more details on the senior Conservative ‘confirmed bachelor’ former PM who had a fondness for sailors taking him out on the Serpentine and showing him his penis which was forked at the end, much like the Devil’s penis. Fred was into this sort of thing. He once told me he’d had Satan. And Beelzebub. Nothing much to choose between them, he reckoned. Wasted morning. Flew to Manchester to attend Chief Constables’ Conference.
Saturday: Closeted in Downing Street with Boris and Carrie to rebut groping allegations. Thigh gripped only once – by Carrie. Boris unfazed.
Sunday: Quiet day. Flew to Washington to advise Donald Trump re impeachment. Nigel Garage was there. We both thought the Donald was unimpeachable. Went to the loo. Nigel followed me in wearing a black cape and fangs, he hovered over me about to pounce when Melania came in, said “Oh, excuse me” and closed the door. Reckon she sees a lot of that these days.
Monday: auditioned for part of Mr Moneypenny opposite Jodie Comer as 007 in next Bond film helmed by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, ‘Live and Let Dyke’.
Tuesday: Back to House of Commons to set fire to Jeremy Corbyn’s beard to declare Labour policy ‘smoke and mirrors’. Bumped into the Speaker behind his big chair. No-one around so he had a quick b-j. No, I’m not saying who ‘he’ or ‘he’ was. All I’m saying is that he’s not getting all his jollies from Sally at the moment.
Wednesday: arraigned at Westminster magistrates on charges of seeking to blow up Parliament. My defence – “It’s not even November 5th!” Senior Met source informed the judge that my account was credible and true. Case dismissed.
Thursday: Phreebie Wallaby-Fridge calls to clarify my Mr Moneypenny role. Am I trans-gender? Yes, I cried in a convincing contralto.
Friday: Invited to Black & White Policeman’s Ball at the Savoy. Decide to go as Al Jolson. Fence-sitting or what! Bumped into Sir Des in the changing rooms. He was James Brown. I got down on one knee and he sang ‘Sonny Boy’. Well something like that. He had a cleft todger too.