NOW, YESTERDAY,
I TROD IN A RATHER LARGE FARMER'S PAT

DON'T KNOW WHAT HER PROBLEM IS.

- I GOT SUNNY DELIGHT...
- DON'T KISS ME AGAIN!

REALLY BIG BOUNCE RIGHT OVER
AND I LAND ON MY FEET.

SHE GOES ON A BIT.

AYE. I CAN HOLD IT UP TO MY MOUTH
LIKE A TANNOY...

WHY DON'T WE TAKE THESE TO YOUR ROOM?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HAVEN'T YOU PROGRAMMES
TO MAKE? NO, YOU'RE ALL ON THE BBC GRAVY TRAIN!

DESPITE WHAT I SAID EARLIER. AT ANY ONE TIME
I HAVE NINE BOTTLES OF WINE IN MY HOUSE.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- LYNN, HAND ME AN APPLE PIE.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT...

# I'M SURE HE ONCE WALKED DOWN OUR STREET

BUT I AM UP AGAINST IT WITH THIS BONDATHON,
SO IF YOU COULD LIMIT YOUR MOURNING...

THE ALIEN JUDGE IS SHOOTING THE TAXMAN
AND THE TAXMAN'S HEAD IS COME OFF.

BANG & OLUFSEN.

STOP PANICKING.

YOU HAVE TO JUDGE EACH CASE ON ITS MERITS.

- CAN I GET TO MY CAR?
- IT'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE. IT'S NOT HERBIE.