THIS IS THE SAME RUBBISH AS THE OTHER DAY
WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT PUTTING A SPINE IN A BAP.

A COUPLE OF TRAFFIC CONES AND AN OLD MATTRESS.

- WE DON'T NEED OUR DRIVE TARMACKING.
- THIS IS GORDON.

(JILL) THAT'S FINE.

OH, GOD! UM...

- NO, YOU'RE NOT.
- YES, WE ARE.

ALAN, MORE GOOD NEWS...

GOOD MORNING TO YOU, SIR.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOUR IMPENDING
HOMELESSNESS AND I'VE COME TO A DECISION.

- ALL RIGHT?
- JOHN.

ALAN, ALAN! I'M NOT GOING
TO GIVE YOU A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT,

I USED TO THINK, "OOH, SHE'S NICER THAN MY WIFE!"

I WAS DRUNK, YOU KNOW. I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
ASLEEP ON THE SINK, JUST LIKE THIS.

WERE THEY SAVAGE? WERE THEY GOING,

BECAUSE SHE MUST SELL THIS HOUSE
BECAUSE IT WILL BE OFFICE BLOCK.

YES. I'M CONVINCED HE'S MY BEST FRIEND.

IT LEAVES IN FIVE MINUTES
SO BETTER LEARN TO JOG AGAIN QUICKLY.

BEAKS? HAVE YOU GOT ANY MORE OF THIS,
OR DO YOU WANT TO STOP AT QUACKING PLUMS?