YEAH. THEY'RE RUINED. EXCUSE ME.

- I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. "NORFOLK NIGHTS".
- THE VERY SAME.

THE '70S. SPACEHOPPERS AND ER...
SWEETS THEY DON'T MAKE ANY MORE.

OH, I'M SO SORRY. I SHOULD HAVE REALISED.
I DID WONDER WHEN I FIRST MET YOU.

BUT IF HE GOES AWOL, YOU'RE UP SLACK ALLEY.
NOW, WHO'S IT TO BE, ME OR CLIFF THORBURN?

YOU'VE GOT WONDER ABOUT A MAN WHO SITS
IN A PETROL STATION ALL DAY TALKING TO OTHER MEN.

LYNN? I'VE BEEN EATING A LOT OF TOBLERONE,

I'M HAVING THE BEST TIME SINCE SLICED BREAD.

- AND MUMMY USED TO SAY...
- THERE WE GO.

- WHOSE IS THAT CARAVAN?
- THE BUILDERS LIVE IN THERE.

I DON'T BECAUSE I USE LYNX AFRICA.

- WELL...
- NO. THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY.

IT'S HIS THORAX. HE'LL BE FINE.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- CLIMBING OVER A FENCE.

(ALAN) THIS IS THE STORY OF A WOMAN, 50,

LYNN? WHAT THE FRIG HAVE YOU GOT ON YOUR FEET?

YOU COULD GET A BUS THROUGH THERE,
YOU (BLEEP)! LET ME THROUGH!

HEARD YOU LAYING INTO THE CRIMINALS AGAIN.