THAT WAS THE BEST FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST
I'VE HAD SINCE GAY WILMOT'S WEDDING.

I CAN FEEL THE BLOOD SQUELCHING. CAN YOU HEAR IT?

# BUT DON'T GO IN

OH, I'M SO SORRY. I SHOULD HAVE REALISED.
I DID WONDER WHEN I FIRST MET YOU.

WELL, IT BOUNCED OFF A ROCK...

ACTUALLY, CAN I TALK TO YOU?
IT'S A RATHER DELICATE MATTER.

- WILL YOU BE HAVING WINE WITH YOUR MEAL?
- NOT FOR ME.

SONJA, THIS IS IN THE LATE '80S.

NO WAY, YOU BIG SPASTIC! YOU'RE A MENTALIST!

DAN!

ARISE, SIR ALAN OF PARTRIDGESHIRE.

BUT WITH THE APOLOGY YOU'RE ABOUT TO GIVE,
I'M SURE YOU CAN DIG YOURSELF OUT OF THIS UGLY HOLE.

I THOUGHT IT'D BE EROTIC.

YOURS IS DIRTY.

- NO, SORRY, YOU.
- YEAH, NAME OF HAYERS.

BY ONE OR TWO LISTENERS, AND A NEWSPAPER.

OH, NO!

OR THEY'D SIMPLY GO FOR A HEAD SHOT.