This Sketch is called Bush, Blair and Short. It's my comment on the WMDs and the relationships involved (this was written before it became a universally acknowledged given that there were no WMDs out there). Contact to use this in any form.

Tony BLAIR, Claire SHORT and George BUSH are stranded in a dingy in the middle of the ocean. They are bedraggled and have clearly been at sea for some time.

SHORT: When are we going to find land? For god's sake!

BUSH: I have complete confidence we will find evidence of land soon.

BLAIR: [joining in a word or two after BUSH] ...complete confidence we will find evidence of land soon.

SHORT: Only last week you said we'd find land and now it's "evidence of land". Which is it?

BUSH: Fuck you! Fuck you! What does finding land have to do with it? Escaping that sinking wreck was something we had to do!

BLAIR: The fact we trained and armed those people with the torpedo is neither here nor there!

SHORT: But you'll still look rather silly if our corpses are eventually picked up hundreds of miles from land with seagulls muching on our eyeballs.

BLAIR: Alastair Campbell has gone off in his own boat to prove to us there's land near. When he doesn't come back, we'll know he's found land.

SHORT: Oh great! Well sod you two, I'll take my chances with the sharks.

Claire SHORT jumps out of the dingy into the water.

BLAIR: Who do you think you are? Jacques Chirac?

Pause.

BUSH: Alone at last.

BLAIR: Yes. Oh George!

BUSH: Oh Tony!

They are embracing passionately and sliding out of sight into the dingy. Romantic (possibly end of film James Bond style) music plays.

END