I WAS SHOWING IT TO A GEORDIE LAST NIGHT
AND I'VE GONE AND LEFT IT IN HIS BLOODY HANDS.

- LONELY NIGHTS IN THE DESERT.
- THAT'S ALL FIXED NOW. I'LL BE ON ME WAY.

"BUT ON A MOTORWAY, IN FIFTH GEAR,
THE MEGANE'S SLOW PACE REALLY BECOMES A PAIN.

THIS IS THE SAME RUBBISH AS THE OTHER DAY
WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT PUTTING A SPINE IN A BAP.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LAP DANCE FOR YOU?

- GONNA CANE ME?
- NO, BUT I MIGHT THROW A CHAIR AT YOU.

BUT IT'S CHIEFLY JOY AT OTHER PEOPLE'S MISFORTUNES.

I'M SORRY, ALAN. I DIDN'T KNOW.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

- IT'S QUITE DISTRACTING WHEN YOU INTERRUPT.
- YOU JUST INTERRUPTED HER!

LET IT GO, LYNN. YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO MEET HIM.

JUST POP YOUR ELBOW ON THERE...

- WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT SNAZZY CARDIGAN?
- I JUST THREW IT ON.

- TELL HIM THERE'S NO SMOKING IN THE HOUSE.
- THERE'S NO SMOKING IN THE HOUSE.

BUT WHAT IS THE BURNING ISSUE?

SOMETHING ALL OVER MY WHATEVER.

I MEAN, I OFTEN LOOK AT THIS
IN THE MORNING AND THINK...

I'M DOWN, BUT I'M NOT A HO.

AND IT WOULDN'T SHOW.
IS THAT HOW YOU KEEP YOUR FIGURE?