NIGHT-NIGHT, MR PARTRIDGE, AND YOUR GOOD LADY.

TELL ME ANYTHING WITH THAT SMILE
AND IT WOULD SEEM LIKE CHRISTMAS.

- WHO STAYS IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?
- TERRIBLE. IT'S SO STERILE HERE.

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

OOH, A DEAD DADDY-LONG-LEGS.

GO FOR DRINK WITH HEAD OF PROGRAMMES.

WE INTERSPERSE IT WITH THEIR FAVOURITE POP SONGS,
MAKE IT LIGHT-HEARTED, GIVE THEM A PLATFORM.

BETTER BEING IN A FICTIONAL NIGHTCLUB
THAN IN A FICTIONAL BATH, ALAN.

A BED OR A BIG CHAIR.

- COULD YOU ASK ME FOR THIS LATER?
- YOU'VE DONE IT NOW.

YEAH. WAYNE SLEEP.

LOOK LIKE A WOMAN, BUT REALLY IT'S A MAN.

- DREADFUL BUSINESS.
- OH, AWFUL. AWFUL BUSINESS.

WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK FIRST?

KING OF ANGLIA!

I'D USE A FOUR-FINGERED ONE
AND SAVE ONE FOR MYSELF AT THE END.

(BUZZING)

# THE MAN WITH THE MIDAS TOUCH