Tony had just unhooked the penis from his fly, intending to take a long hard wee wee. 'I deserve this', he told himself. 'A good long piss, maybe an involuntary fart, too... Why not, I am still Prime Minister. I will wee like a Prime Minister should!!!'

Then his concentration, and inner dialogue, was broken by a bang at the door.

The door to the toilets opened and in came Gordon Brown.

Gordon looked at Blair, looked down at his willy, smiled, and then whipped out his own willy and started to wee from the middle of the room, perfectly hitting the urinal over Tony's shoulder.

Gordon wee'd silently. Sneeringly. He looked down at Blair's willy and laughed broadly and at length.

Blair noticed him laughing and quickly stopped urinating and pushing his manhood back into his trousers about a minute before he should have done, urine still flowing.

Tony turned to the basin, washed his hands and left. Not even looking back.

I'm not talking to that bastard, they both thought.