NINE... NINE AND A HALF.

SHALL I BOOK YOU FOR CHRISTMAS DINNER?

CHAMPION!

IT WAS A JOKE, RIGHT? IT'S BACKFIRED.

I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU SWEAT OVER YOUR WORK.

ALAN, MORE GOOD NEWS...

THAT'S ANOTHER OLD TRICK. SPIKE THE DRINK,

BACK-STABBING CENTRAL
AND SHATTERED DREAMS PARKWAY.

I'M ALL RIGHT NOW.

ALL RIGHT, LYNN.

AND LET IT SLOSH ROUND MY SYSTEM,
DISPENSING THE COFFEE.

- AND A BAG OF MINSTRELS.
- OOH.

(ALAN) DON'T WORRY, LYNN, I'LL PLAY IT DOWN.

I ATE A SCOTCH EGG.

CAN I COME IN?

ANYTHING YOU NEED, JUST LET ME KNOW.
OR YOU, MRS PARTRIDGE.

CLIFF THORBURN IS NOT PRIMARILY A PRESENTER.

WE'D BOOKED TO GO ON HOLIDAY NEXT WEEK.