A LORRY FULL OF LIVESTOCK HAS JACKKNIFED,
SHEDDING ITS LOAD OVER BOTH LANES.

- IS THAT BLOOD?
- IT'S TOMATO KETCHUP. L...

GADZOOKS! IT'S THE NOBLE
SIR DAVID CLIFTON OF RADIOSHIRE.

AND WHAT DID YOU HAVE
FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING?

I MEAN THINGS LIKE TABASCO SAUCE AND SOY.

HELLO, SUSAN. SORRY, HAVE I UPSET HER?

CAN YOU SMELL MY BREATH?

BILL ODDIE GAVE ME A DRESSING GOWN
AS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT.

IF I WAS DRESSED ON THE OTHER SIDE
IT WOULD BE IN CONTACT.

WHO'S WINGS?

NOW, THIS LITTLE BABE CAN COPE WITH ANYTHING,
AND I MEAN ANYTHING!

SUSAN, CAN YOU MAKE
PORNOGRAPHY COME ON MY TELLY, PLEASE?

(DRUM MACHINE PLAYS)

- HAVE YOU BEEN PREPARING FOR A LONG TIME?
- YES.

NO. I'M HAVING LUNCH
AT TGL FRIDAY'S WITH GORDON.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

- HIS PANIC ATTACKS HAVE ALL BUT STOPPED.
- THANKS, LYNN.

NO. WAYNE.
"GET OFF YOUR HORSE AND DRINK YOUR MILK."