- THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO, ALAN.
- THAT'S WHAT NAZI WAR CRIMINALS SAY.

SOD 'EM!

THEY'RE GOOD FOR MAKING A POINT.
ERROR ONE, RIGHT..

I SEE. THE IDEA IS THAT U2 ARE GOING INTO SPACE?

- PHIL WILEY. WE WERE AT SCHOOL TOGETHER.
- YES. YOU WERE IN MY CLASS.

CLYDESDALE HORSES. 12 HANDS HIGH.

YOU ARE NOT THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER!
IF YOU WERE, THE COUNTY WOULD GO TO POT!

HARD WORKER, BUT THERE'S NO AFFECTION.

- CHRIS...
- JUST TWO MINUTES.

OOH, I'D LOVE TO HAVE IT OFF WITH HER.

WITH A SELF-PENNED SONG
ENTITLED "I LOVED YOU, BUT YOU LEFT ME".

- WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- POURING THE WINE OUT.

YOU'RE NOT PUSHING THEM HARD ENOUGH.
PRETEND I'M A CUSTOMER.

I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO TALK. I'D JUST GO UH-UH.

NO. I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU
A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT.

IT'S SOUP YOU CAN EAT. BUT LOTS OF LIQUID.

PUT IT ON AN HOUR BEFORE,
BOB'S YOUR UNCLE, YOU'VE GOT A DEEP BATH.

THE TIMOTHY DALTON ONES?
HE DIDN'T PLAY IT AS A WELSHMAN.