IN 1975, I WAS CATCHING THE LONDON TRAIN
FROM CREWE.

I SAY POT-AY-TO, YOU SAY...POTATO.

NOT IN THAT DRAWER.

- BUT YOU HAVE.
- I KNOW!

JUST A FEW THINGS, ALAN.
WE'VE HAD A CALL FROM NORWICH RADIO.

182 DAYS IN A TRAVEL TAVERN!

- DO YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE?
- PARDON... YEAH, LOVE IT.

I'VE MISSED YOU AN' ALL, MAN. I REALLY HAVE. I JUST...

I COULD STRAP SAUSAGES TO MY FINGERS.

NO, ACTUALLY. IT WAS LIKE THIS.

- YOU WANT ME TO PAY RENT?
- I'M SURE WE CAN COME TO AN ARRANGEMENT.

NIPPING OFF FOR A FAG?

I'LL GO AND GET YOUR OTHER BITS.

YOU IGNORANT SHIT!

I LIKE DAVID COPPERFIELD AS WELL.
NOT AS MUCH AS YOU.

SACK LYNN FOR BEING UNLOYAL, DISLOYAL,

MOVE AND FIRE
MOVE AND FIRE, MOVE AND FIRE!

JAVA.