WE'RE TAKING E-MAILS ON THAT TONIGHT,
STARTING WITH MIKE WHO'S 24.

ALAN, I WANT YOU BACK ON THE TELLY.

THIS COUNTY.

YOU DON'T THINK MY ROOM
SCARED THEM, DO YOU?

WHAT?

IT IS QUITE EYE-CATCHING.

GETTING A BIT CROWDED NOW. LIKE LONDON.

YOU KNOW WHEN THERE'S NOTHING COMING UP?

GIVEN THAT IT'S TOO LATE TO BOOK ANYONE EKE,
THE ANSWER HAS TO BE YES.

THAT WAS ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRES IN THE DARK

EASY TO CONFUSE THE TWO. SOMETIMES PEOPLE
CAN END UP TALKING OUT OF THEIR ARSE, ALAN.

THEY'RE COMPLEMENTARY.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FLAKY SKIN. I'M A ZOMBIE.

THEY'VE LEFT IT OUT FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS
SO IT'S HAD A CHANCE TO BREATHE.

FOUR YEARS AGO,
SUSAN LOST HER HAND IN A CAKE-CUTTING MACHINE.

I WOULDN'T EAT A TOMATO IF IT SAID, "EAT ME"
WHICH IS NOT UNLIKELY GIVEN THE RUBBISH IN THEM.

BY RANDY MCNAB!

NICE PERFUME OR SOMETHING.

YES, I DO.