- MUM, I WANT MY GAMEBOY.
- EXCUSE ME. WHAT'S HIS NAME?

- HOW ARE YOU?
- OH, VERY BUSY.

I'D BE DELIGHTED TO DO THE JOB.

SORT OF LIKE OPERATION BRAVO 2-O.

IT'S LIKE PRESS-UPS, ISN'T IT?

WASN'T PLEASANT.

# OH, RATTLING ROARING WILLY IS HE
HE'S OFF TO THE BBC

DAN!

- WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT SNAZZY CARDIGAN?
- I JUST THREW IT ON.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE MAN WHO CAME UP
TO ASK FOR MY AUTOGRAPH?

I'LL JUST WRITE THAT DOWN.

YOU'VE... YOU'VE POPPED OUT AGAIN!

- WELL, THERE'S U2, OF COURSE.
- U2.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- LYNN, HAND ME AN APPLE PIE.

WHICH I CAN UNDERSTAND.

FOUR YEARS LATER, SHE IS CREDIT CONTROLLER
AT CROMWELL CERTIFICATED BAILIFFS.

- OH! TALK OF THE DEVIL!
- MORNING, MR PARTRIDGE.

AND THEY'RE LOOKING DOWN
ON ALL THE OTHER LITTLE CHICKENS