YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED NAKED FLAMES ON THE FORECOURT.

I KNOW IT SAYS, "THOU SHALT NOT LIE,"

JOHN, RIGHT. I ALWAYS THINK OF YOU
AS BLEACHY HEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR HAIR.

I TOLD HER I DISAPPROVE OF WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIPS,
BUT SHIT HAPPENS.

IT'S A BIT LIKE DOING MY RADIO SHOW THIS, ISN'T IT?
YOU'RE LISTENING TO "UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE". BYE!

YEAH. IT'S QUIET.

..MAMMARY GLANDS.

..YOU HAVE, UM, THINGS.

YOU SAY...TOMATO.

- THAT BLOKE'S JUST TOLD HIM.
- WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR BACK?

I LENT IT TO THAT BLOKE AT THE PETROL STATION.

THIS WAS PROBABLY CAUGHT ON CCTV CAMERA.
I'LL THROW THE FOOTAGE IN GRATIS.

- IT'S PIET MORANT FROM DANTE FIRES.
- HE CAN'T SEE ME.

TERRIBLE NEWS, TERRIBLE NEWS.

I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING.

OH, GOOD.

WITH A GOOD-LOOKING MAN WITH COLLAR-LENGTH HAIR.
IT WAS THE '70S. BUCKAROO.

THAT'S THE SUBJECT OF YOUR BOOK, "BOUNCING BACK".