TWO SUBJECTS WE COULD DISCUSS ALL NIGHT.

THEY'VE GOT HOOVES, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.
FOUR OF THEM.

UTTER, UTTER NUTTERS.

MAKE SURE I DON'T SINK THE BOAT
AND DROWN EVERYONE LIKE A BIG TWIT.

I CUT IT RIGHT IN HALF. HE RUNS ONTO THE GARAGE ROOF.

GOOD TITLE.

DID YOU SEE ALL THAT?

- THANKS FOR MY DEDICATION THIS MORNING.
- YOU'RE WELCOME.

THERE'S A LOT OF DIGNITY INVOLVED.

MY LANDLADY IS TELLING ME THAT THE GIRL MUST GO

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

SO HOW LONG'S "LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOY"
BEEN COMING IN?

- OH, ALAN. CONE YOU TAKE A JOKE?
- OH, FUCK OFF!

- NO. YOU PULL YOUR FOOT OFF.
- MINE'S NOT ON THE SPIKE!

HE IS AN EX-SNOOKER PLAYER
AND IS AN UNKNOWN QUANTITY.

IT'S A BIT LIKE DOING MY RADIO SHOW THIS, ISN'T IT?
YOU'RE LISTENING TO "UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE". BYE!

BOTH BARRELS, BANG! YOU'D HIT THE WALL.

I'VE SORT OF EMPLOYED IT HERE, LIKE.