As the camera flicks on, Mark is sitting back in the chair, a calm yet unimpressed expression on his face. He rolls his eyes as he begins to speak.
I notice that once more, certain Ministry employees can't be trusted to behave themselves for longer than five minutes. More like three, this time round, given that there have been two lots of external observers of late - the foreign guests as well as the cameras. One wonders what on earth the screening process for new employees is, that people who show themselves up so simply seem to be increasing in number.
He taps his wand on his thigh idly before he continues to speak.
Mind you, as someone who didn't want this show to go ahead in the first place, it wouldn't surprise me if certain people were hired on purpose to, in the words of PR speak, "stir things up a bit", or in Mark Robards speak, "cause a load of bloody nonsense for the rest of us." Some of this lot wouldn't last long on the streets of Poplar, I can tell you. My delightful interns, for instance.
Cynical, moi? Yeah, and unlike some people, I don't mind calling a spade a spade. More people ought to try that one.
He gets up and turns off the camera as he walks out.