YOU COULD HAVE BEEN THROWING UP
ALL NIGHT FOR ALL I KNOW,

- THAT'S SACKING PEOPLE.
- WELL, BASICALLY, YEAH.

YOU BLONDE BASTARD...FROM THE FUTURE.

HELLO? ER, YES, HE IS.
DID HE GIVE YOU MY NUMBER?

(KNOCKING)

BEAKS? HAVE YOU GOT ANY MORE OF THIS,
OR DO YOU WANT TO STOP AT QUACKING PLUMS?

THEY WILL WITHSTAND,
AT BEST, ONE AGGRESSIVE BODY SCRUB.

SO JUST TO REPEAT,
QUEEN ELIZABETH IL IS NOT DEAD.

- YES.
- THERE'S A CHAP THERE WEARING JEANS.

IT'S FUNNIER THAN RAIN.

I DON'T WANT TO GO OFF ANYWHERE.

THIS IS A ROMANTIC TRIBUTE...

THEY WERE DOING EVERYONE, ALAN.
EVEN ME. IT WAS QUITE SAVAGE.

THAT WAS ROXANNE BY THE POLICE
OR, AS THEY'RE NOW KNOWN, STING.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT'S A BANK HOLIDAY.
- I HAD TO DO THOSE DODGY FLOOR JOISTS.

IT'S A TRAVEL TAVERN.

I'VE CALMED DOWN NOW.

WITH "THE MAN WITH THE CHILD IN HIS EYES".