The Archbishop of Canterbury awakes with a hangover comparable to the size of Hampshire, a result of a night of excessive indulgence. In his attempt to clear his head, he inadvertently drenches a passerby with his morning routine of vomiting from an upstairs window. As he reflects on the week, he finds himself pestered by a young, eager Bishop of Cambridge, who suggests spicing up his sermons with creative compound swear words. The Archbishop, unimpressed by suggestions like 'tossbugle' and 'shiteboobles', firmly declines.

Later, he reads about Rory Stewart's podcast where blunt language in discussions about Palestine is mentioned, which ignites his scathing critique on the late realization of such issues. He also finds humor in Donald Trump's recent backlash against his own supporters, suggesting that even they are realizing the former president's questionable antics.

In a financial twist, Rachel Reeves's comment about trickle-down economics being beneficial is met with skepticism, likening it to the futile flow of Rudy Giuliani's hair dye. Lastly, he remarks on the continuation of Oasis's world tour, predicting that by November, the band members themselves might despise Wonderwall more than their critics do.