You grab a knife in the middle of the night and you stab the leader in the back. Then the next morning you get in your car and drive to Quentin's pad and say, "The king is dead. Long live the king! By the way, I am here to take his place.
I think that's how it goes
The other way is a little more complicated but Gough would probably agree that a rant about the GG on the footsteps of parliament house didn't do his cause any good. Stuffing up the economy was a minor issue, really.
