George was very pleased to have an important job with a very important title, but he did not really know what a Chancellor was, or was supposed to do.
He asked his friend Oliver Letwin about Chancellors, even though he knew that Ollie liked to pull George’s leg. “Well, Osborne, you dozy pillock, Hitler was the most famous Chancellor, probably.”
George knew about Hitler, because he had read history at Oxford. “Oh dear, Ollie,” he moaned, “does that mean I shall have to invade Poland?, Only we usually go to Barbados for the summer.”
“You oaf, Osborne, of course you don’t, get one of your new friends to do it for you – ask Vince to draw up the plans.”
George asked Vince, and was pleased to learn that Vince could already speak Polish – at least he guessed that “ferfucksake yertwattywassock” was Polish.