YOU HAVEN'T LOST IT, ALAN.
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY.

AND THAT CUSHION EFFECT ON THE FACE.

I CAN IMAGINE BUCK ROGERS TAKING A DUMP
ON THAT. IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY.

- WILL YOU BE HAVING WINE WITH YOUR MEAL?
- NOT FOR ME.

I FAINTED THREE TIMES.

NO, PLEASE! NO! OH, SORRY.

ON THE LINE, WE HAVE, IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN
ROY FROM CAISTER ST EDMUND. HELLO.

GETTING A BIT CROWDED NOW. LIKE LONDON.

I PRESUME WE'RE ALL GOING TO KEEP IN TOUCH
NOW THE WORK'S FINISHED?

- MAYBE A WET T-SHIRT COMPETITION?
- YOU NEVER KNOW!

IT LOOKS LIKE PORRIDGE!

JUST GO AND SAY, "NO, I DON'T PAY. TAX IS RUBBISH."

BUT I'M DIGRESSING.

I WON'T BORE YOU WITH THE DETAILS,
BUT I DROVE TO DUNDEE IN BARE FEET

WHAT DO YOU CALL THOSE PASTA IN BOWS?

MMMM.

- SHALL WE START?
- YES.

YOU BE TONY HAYERS.