Now, nobody's sayin’ that Downing Street is the Garden of Eden, at least I don't think they are, but it's been a good home to us, to me - Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson - and me kids, who I'm proud of! Can't remember all the names, Wilf? Peppa maybe? But I'm proud of 'em all. Cos every single one of 'em reminds me a little... of me, particularly Peppa. They're all born into privilege and can expect an easy life. They may have to tell a few lies, get sacked a few times for telling those lies, get a few people beaten up... but they'll all learn the value of inherited wealth, a purchased education, private healthcare, connections with Russian oligarchs the international elite, and most of all they'll learn how to tell a good lie. The truth is out there... NOT.
A few things, see, are vital to a half-decent community. Space! (Hands, Face) You need wide open spaces where everyone goes mental! And neighbourliness! Fantastic neighbours, Rishi and Akshata! Lend you anythin' - well, give you anythin' if you're a pal. Well not anythin', not their own millions obviously.
But all of them to a man... know first and foremost one of the most vital necessities in this life is they know how to throw a PARTY! Heh heh... Scatter!