DO I? PERHAPS YOU CAN TELL ME
WHAT'S WRONG WITH FEEDING BURGERS TO SWANS.

THEY MIGHT EAT THEM IN YOUR COUNTY.
WE DON'T HERE.

BUT YOU MAY BE VERY DIZZY.

THAT WAS THE POLICE
WITH "DO DO DO, DA DA DA" -

- PLEASE?
- NO, YOU CAN'T!

SLEEP IN MY TROUSERS.

WHEN I RAISED MY LEGS THEN,
SOMETHING UNPLANNED HAPPENED.

THAT'S SUCH A POINTLESS DEATH.

THEIR GIBBERISH CLASSIC -
AND MY TRIBUTE TO HER MAJESTY'S POLICE.

"LET'S HAVE A BIT OF RED." "LET'S HAVE
A BIT OF WHITE." "OOH, THAT'S A SNAZZY BOUQUET."

AND YOU THINK, "SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY!"

- HAVE A LOOK ROUND. I'LL TREAT YOU.
- CHEERS.

DID YOU GET THAT FROM STABLES? I CAN IMAGINE YOU
IN WELLIES AND A SLEEVELESS ANORAK.

RIGHT. I THINK I'LL BE GOING ALONG, YES.

THE TIME, FOR THOSE WHO LIKE TO TELL IT
IN A WACKY WAY, IS 50 TO SIX.

# IT'S THE KISS OF DEATH

- HE'D HAVE BEEN 41 NEXT MONTH.
- OH, GOD.

HE TURNS ROUND AND DOES A BACKWARD SOMERSAULT
AND LANDS ON HIS FEET.