- CAN YOU SEE ME TOMORROW?
- I'D LOVE TO.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYS)

A LORRY FULL OF LIVESTOCK HAS JACKKNIFED,
SHEDDING ITS LOAD OVER BOTH LANES.

SOMETHING ALL OVER MY WHATEVER.

- HELLO, TONY! HOW ARE YOU?
- I'M FINE.

NO. THAT'S A RAZOR.
COULD HAVE DONE WITH THAT FOR THE CRACKLING.

I'M A ZOMBIE. I DON'T KNOW.

IN WHICH CASE
I WON'T EVEN KNOW IT'S HAPPENED.

NO, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
I WAS JUST PORTRAYING A MADMAN.

WHAT?

- HI, ALAN.
- SONJA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK?

IT'S NOT ME. HAVE I GOT A PIERCED NAVEL?

- MICHAEL?
- WAS THAT HIS NAME?

LIKE A HUMAN JCB.

AND PETER BAXENDALE THOMAS
OF THE NORFOLK FARMERS' UNION.

- YES. KETAMINE.
- WHY DRAG HORSES INTO IT?

HELLO, ALAN. GOOD NEWS.

THERE'S ONE WORD FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU...