GOD, I'VE MISSED YOU.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MYSELF.

# 'CAUSE HE PAINTED KIDS
WHO HAD NOWT ON THEIR FEET

IT'S LIKE THE RUDYARD KIPLING POEM,
"IF". YOU KNOW THAT?

- UNLESS YOU CAN THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER.
- COULD GO SHOPPING.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO.

- YOU DIDN'T HAVE A BREAKDOWN.
- I KNOW.

IT'S MINE.

HAVE YOU GOT WINDSCREEN WASHER FLUID?

IN A WAY THAT EXCLUDES HER EMPLOYER.

AND PRESS ON YOUR CHEST
WHAT YOU'RE TYING TO SAY.

NOT MY WORDS, CAROL,
THE WORDS OF "TOP GEAR" MAGAZINE.

TELL ME ANYTHING WITH THAT SMILE
AND IT WOULD SEEM LIKE CHRISTMAS.

THEY'VE ASKED ME TO TAKE OVER
TONY'S JOB AS CHIEF COMMISSIONING EDITOR.

- GONNA CANE ME?
- NO, BUT I MIGHT THROW A CHAIR AT YOU.

WOULD YOU BE PRONE TO TEMPTATION LIKE ADAM?

- WHO?
- WHO?!

- NO. IT JUST SAYS "MICHAEL".
- AYE, IT DOES.