ALAN'S LOVE ASYLUM

- ALL RIGHT, ALAN?
- ALL RIGHT...

HE SAY I SIT ON YOUR FACE.

JUST LIKE THAT.

TOM SPOTLEY? WHEN?

- SHALL WE PUT THE LIGHTS ON?
- NEVER MIND THAT.

ANYWAY... WHERE WAS I OR IS L? IS...WAS... ISWAS.
"TISWAS". WHO REMEMBERS "TISWAS"?

- NO.
- EXACTLY. ALL THE OTHERS HAD SUPERFICIAL DAMAGE.

YOU, TONY HAYERS, HAVE DECIDED NOT TO GIVE ME
ANOTHER TELEVISION SERIES. WHY? BE TOUGH.

- IT'S QUITE NICE. DO YOU WANT TO SMELL IT?
- NO, THANKS.

YOU'RE A LOCAL FELLOW. THAT MEANS
GOOD COMMUNICATIONS WITH TRADESMEN,

I WON'T KISS YOU GOODBYE.
I'LL KISS YOU LATER. AND THE REST. WHOA!

CAN OF FANTA?

- ARE YOU GOING BACK TO YOUR WIFE?
- NO! CAROL? NO, GOD, NO.

- BUT IT'S NOT.
- IT'S NOT.

ON THE LINE, WE HAVE, IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN
ROY FROM CAISTER ST EDMUND. HELLO.

WE'RE IN THE SAME AREA. I WONDERED IF YOU'D
LIKE TO TAKE A TAXI BACK WITH ME, MAKE A SAVING.

I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.