THAT'S A GOOD STAINLESS STEEL HOB. VERY FUTURISTIC.

ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE SAME TIME TOMORROW.

YOU AND GORDON CAN GO AND LAUGH AT DRIZZLE.

DIVORCED. I'VE GOT ACCESS TO THE KIDS,
BUT THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE ME.

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.

IT'S LIKE SOME SORT OF VOODOO CANAPE.

SEND HIM INTO A CUBICLE WITH MAGAZINES?

MICHAEL, WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?

AND THEY THINK THEY'RE IN AN AEROPLANE
BECAUSE ALL THE OTHER CHICKENS ARE SO SMALL.

MR T OSSER. THAT DOESN'T EVEN WORK.

OR BITCH, MIGHT BE A LADY.

- I'M MONICA. THIS IS CATHERINE.
- HI.

- REALLY?
- WE BOTH DO ARCHERY. I'M GRADE THREE.

I COULD STRAP SAUSAGES TO MY FINGERS.

- OR THEY'LL DECLARE YOU BANKRUPT ON FRIDAY.
- RIGHT.

- TWO FLAVIA FROTHY CAPPUCCINOS COMING UP.
- YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN.

THANK YOU.

- ALAN PARTRIDGE THERE...
- THERE'S OTHERS.