- HELLO, JILL.
- WHY IS THE DOOR LOCKED?

HE'S THE CHIEF COMMISSIONING EDITOR
OF BBC TELEVISION.

I COULD HAVE BEEN DONE FOR DRINK DRIVING.

THAT MAY VERY, VERY WELL BE
BECAUSE I'M ON MORPHINE.

BECAUSE A SPINAL COLUMN WOULD FIT IN A BAGUETTE.

"OH, I'D LIKE TO KISS HER".

JUST JOSHING. HAVE YOU PUT T'CORPSE UNDER T'PATIO?

- UNLESS THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE YOU FANCY.
- EEEER!

ARE YOU GETTING OUT HERE,
OR ARE YOU GOING ALL THE WAY WITH ME?

CAN I JUST EXPLAIN?
I WAS TYING TO ACCESS "DRIVING MISS DAISY".

WHY DON'T YOU TWO BUY THE HATCHET
OVER A COFFEE? AFTER YOU, LYNN.

- SECOND WORD.
- SECOND WORD IS SLEEP..AWAKE.

- HOW MANY BEDROOMS HAS IT GOT?
- FIVE.

INCLUDING YOUR WIFE, WHICH IS WHY YOU END UP
LIVING LIKE SOME TRAMP IN A LAY-BY.

- UNCOVERED ANY OLD FIREPLACES?
- NO. IT'S A BRAND-NEW HOUSE.

INDEED, THE LINES ARE OPEN
IF YOU WANT TO COMMENT

AND YOU ALSO RUN OVER BADGERS
IN YOUR TRACTOR FOR FUN.

YOU COULD END SOME OF YOUR CHAPTERS WITH,
"NEEDLES TO SAY...