BUT I CAN'T ACTUALLY COOK!

IT'S YOU, ISN'T IT? YOU'RE ALAN PARTRIDGE.

AND DON'T TRY TO HOVER UP SO THAT THE ROPE
GOES SLACK. THEY COULD DO THAT, COULDN'T THEY?

SORT OUT YOUR PECS, DO YOUR BENCH PRESSES.
HERE, HAVE A PROD OF THAT.

9 A.M., "DOCTOR NO". BREAK FOR A PEE.

ALL RIGHT. JUST ER...
JUST CARY ON BUILDING THE HOUSE.

- OH, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY.
- I'M SORRY.

- YOU'RE SURE YOU DON'T WANT RENT?
- AS I SAID, WE CAN COME TO AN ARRANGEMENT.

THERE ARE ENOUGH SUPPLIES IN HERE
TO LAST THREE WEEKS.

YOU HAVE BIG SHEDS, BUT NOBODY'S ALLOWED IN,

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?
SHOOT FROM YOUR HIP - YOUR NEW HIP.

- THREE LAGERS.
- THREE PINTS OF LAGER, RIGHTY-HO.

- "CRASH, BANG, WALLOP! WHAT A VIDEO"?
- WE'VE SOLD THREE. MORE THAN YOUR BOOK.

HMM! A NICE BIG THICK SLICE OF THIN LIZZY.

A FEW WEEKS AGO, I WAS DOING
A CORPORATE FOR ALLIED DUNBAR,

YOU AND GORDON CAN GO AND LAUGH AT DRIZZLE.

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

ALAN, THIS IS PETER LINEHAN.
HE'S REVAMPING OUR CURRENT AFFAIRS OUTPUT.