LOOK AT THAT. NOT EVEN LISTENING.
OFF TO LONDON, NO DOUBT.

ALAN, THE BUILDERS ARE WAITING TO SIGN OFF.

# WILLY GOES THERE AND WILLY
GOES THERE AND THERE... #

- I WASN'T STEALING A TRAFFIC CONE.
- I'M NOT SAYING YOU WERE.

- SHE'S A BIT OLDER THAN ME. SHE'S 60.
- 60?

I USED TO CHAT TO ANOTHER BLOKE
BUT HE LIKES AMERICAN THINGS.

ANYWAY, THEN HE PUTS ON HIS UNDERPANTS
AND HIS SKI SUIT AND HE STARTS SKIING.

- YEAH, I WAS MAKING A PUN ON YOUR NAME.
- OH, RIGHT,

I WANT A SECOND SERIES.

- SONJA, DID YOU GET THE PICCALILLI?
- YES.

OH, LET'S FORGET ABOUT ALL THIS!

I WANT YOU TO POUR A LITTLE BIT,
LET ME SIP IT, AND THEN POUR THE REST.

OH, THIS IS...
OH, THAT'S BANG OUT OF ORDER!

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

THAT'S LOVELY. THAT'S FIRST-CLASS.

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

THEN I WAS OUT OF WORK FOR TWO YEARS,
CLINICALLY FED UP, BOO-HOO...

OH, AYE. I RECKON IT'S A REALLY GOOD IDEA, LIKE.