Dead Ringers: Ep1. Budget Politicians

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A lot of speculation ahead of the budget was around what the government felt constituted working people.

Oh, not this again.

Look, it's very straightforward, Nick.

Let's say, for example, you came from Greece.

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Martin's College.

Well, then you're not a working person.

Okay, well, let's say I want to live like working people.

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I'm sorry, Nick, but you'll never live like working people.

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We spent a long time today speaking to respected economists and highly regarded experts for their assessment of the budget.

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Hi, Nick!

Liz Truss, welcome.

Any

thoughts on the budget?

Uh, duh?

This is the truster you're talking to.

It was the worst budget in history, am I right?

Where's the drama?

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No, I need some trussonomics, baby.

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I know!

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hello, hey Joe, it's Kamala.

Oh, hey, kid.

I'm just calling to say you have been such an asset to my campaign.

Oh, don't mention it.

That bit where I kind of called Trump supporters garbage was pretty helpful, huh?

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Chancellor Rachel Reeves has presented her first budget, claiming she'd been left a difficult legacy.

She joins me now.

Good afternoon.

If you say so.

Now, business leaders have accused you of talking down the economy with your gloomy pronouncements.

I wouldn't say I'm gloomy about the economic Armageddon I inherited from the Tories, the cavernous £22 billion black hole of despair and anguish.

Right, so you do see better days ahead.

I wouldn't go that far.

Okay, well you see average days ahead.

Well, let's not go mad.

You see days ahead.

Mm, yeah, okay.

Can we just say minutes ahead and hope for the best?

That does feel decidedly gloomy.

Did you not read the middle bit?

I don't understand.

Turn to page 96 of the budget.

It reveals my inspiration.

Okay, right.

The bit about sackcloth and ashes?

After that.

The bit that says the living shall feed off the dead oh just after that but this is a poem in the middle of a budget oh not just any poem t.

S.

Eliot's The Wasteland.

Allow me to read some extracts.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many I had not thought death had undone so many.

That corpse you planted last year in your your garden.

Has it begun to sprout?

Will it bloom this year?

I think you get the idea.

The wasteland was the inspiration for your budget.

Oh, not the sole inspiration.

No, no, no.

It gets a little bit too chirpy in places.

There's a few Wilfrid Owen poems in there, too, to make it truly hopeless, and one from Pamirs, but that's only because I like her hair.

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No, no, no, let me speak.

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you.

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Is it really?

Well, you learn something new every day.

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Show the lefty liberal lamestream media that Donald's fans are just sensible, sort of the earth folk.

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Anything but water.

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Interesting stuff.

How about a glass of Vino?

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Moving on.

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Croaking.

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Right.

Next.

Ah, Amelia.

I think Donald Trump make great president.

Okay.

If you don't mind me saying, you do sound rather like a big, hairy Russian man.

Nietzsche, I am a young, vibrant American chick.

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Well, this was great, but now it's time to get back to folk that really matter.

The people of Margate.

Clapton on the stage.

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Tickets at BroadwaySF.com.