WHERE THE HAND WAS PACKED IN SOLEROS,
MAGNUMS, MINI MILKS AND A FEAST.

BANG-BANG!

OH, I COME FROM ACTON IN WEST LONDON.

EVEN IF IT JUST ROLLED AN APPLE TOWARDS ME
AND WENT...

- ARE WE HAVING THE FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST?
- YES, CAN I HAVE MY SAUSAGES BURNT TO A CRISP,

- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
- I'VE JUST GOT MINOR WHIPLASH.

- WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SOUP?
- I'M NOT A TRAMP.

- LOVED YOUR ARTICLE IN THE GUARDIAN, BY THE WAY.
- REALLY?

I'M SORRY. THAT WASN'T DELIBERATE,
L PROMISE YOU. IT'S NOT A CRY FOR HELP.

OK. THANKS, LYNN.

THAT CEMENT'S DRIED, SO I'LL BE OFF.

SO ANY FANATICS WOULD BE PUT OFF AITOGETHER

SO, YOU'D BE LIVING ALONE?

- HELLO.
- WHAT PUMP NUMBER?

THERE'S A LOAD OF FROSTIES ON YOUR STEP.

- WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE THE GANG?
- I SAW THEM LAST THURSDAY AT A POP CONCERT.

THREE. NO, NO... FOUR. IT DOESN'T MATTER, DOES IT?

I'D LIKE YOU TO LAY THEM. CHICKEN!