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

- SHE LOOKED A BIT LIKE HIM.
- A BIG NOSE AND MAD HAIR?

BANG! BLOOD DRIBBLES DOWN.

WE JUST DIDN'T TAKE PRECAUTIONS.

LYNN, ARE THOSE YOUR MOTHER'S CATARACT GLASSES?

BEN, MR PARTRIDGE WAS SAYING THAT HE COULDN'T
SEE "BANGKOK CHICK-BOYS" FROM HIS BATHROOM.

THEN HE SPIES THAT COOKBOOK
AND SAYS, "IT'D BE NAE USE TO ME"!

- DO YOU LIKE MILK?
- NO.

HOW DOES THAT WORK ON RADIO?

I'M TALKING ABOUT THE MENO...MENOPAU...
OOH, JILL, YOU KNOW YOUR ONIONS!

BY THE QUICK FEET
OF BLOUSE-WEARING TYCOON MICHAEL FLATLEY.

AYE.

NO. HIS SILENCE, I THINK, SPEAKS VOLUMES.

YOU'VE GOT TO KEEP THE ENERGY UP,
BECAUSE...

THIS COULD LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF DIRTY PROTEST
AGAINST THE STANDARD OF SERVICE IN THE HOTEL,

YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO HAS A PROVEN TRACK RECORD
FOR MAKING BAD TELEVISION PROGRAMMES.

PARDON? NO. I'VE GOT A BETTER IDEA.
SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE!

WHAT? REALLY?