YOU KNOW WHEN THERE'S NOTHING COMING UP?

BECAUSE A SPINAL COLUMN WOULD FIT IN A BAGUETTE.

YEAH. WAYNE SLEEP.

THIS IS RADIO NORWICH,

EXCELLENT.

WHAT, LIKE THREE MEN BURNING IN A TANK,
GOING "URGH!"?

- IS THE ANSWER TO THAT YES OR NO? QUICKLY.
- YEAH.

- RIGHT, YOU BOOK ALONE?
- YEP.

I'VE GOT A CLEAN LICENCE.

IT DOES PRECLUDE YOU
FROM THE ALCOHOL THAT I'VE PROVIDED.

ALAN?

FOR GOD'S SAKE!

- YOU'VE GOT THE COMMON TOUCH.
- THANK YOU.

- MORNING, SOPHIE. YOU'RE NOT A MAN, ARE YOU?
- NO.

- MY FIANCE BOUGHT IT...
- I DIDN'T ASK WHO BOUGHT IT.

IF YOU'D LIKE TO FOLLOW ME.

- YOU DISAPPEARED PRETTY SHARPISH.
- AYE. A SCALDED CAT RUNS AWAY.

OH, GOD! UM...