IMAGINE IF WE WERE THE LAST TWO PEOPLE ON EARTH
CAMPED OUT UP HERE.

IT DOES LOOK TO ME LIKE TORCHES
ATTACHED TO A BICYCLE WHEEL...

MUST BE SOMEWHERE EKE, THEN.

OOH, MINCE!

AND YOU WEAR ONE GARMENT A WEEK ON AIR.

BUTTON MUSHROOMS - BINGO.
BLACK PUDDING - SNAP.

I'VE JUST REALISED.
WE HAVEN'T GOT "THE SPY WHO LOVED ME".

AYE.

RIGHT, FINE.

CAN I JUST SHOCK YOU? I LIKE WINE.

BUT YOUR DONKEYS
ARE PROBABLY BORN WITHOUT HIND LEGS

I'M SHIT-CHATTING. SORRY, CHIT-SHATTING.

I'M OFF. I LEAVE YOU
IN THE CAPABLE HANDS OF DAVE CLIFTON,

NO. I MEAN YES.
YOU'RE RIGHT, IT IS CONFUSING, ISN'T IT?

LIVE TV CAN BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE.

BILL CARR.

I'LL JUST GO ON UP TO THE CLUB
AND MEET THAT VIDEO WOMAN.

BUT WITH EXCELLENT FACILITIES...AS HAD THE NAZIS.