THEY PUT THESE IN MY ROOM EVERY DAY.
THEY KNOW I'M A MAN!

THEY'VE GONE TO LONG STANTON SPICE MUSEUM.

YES. THE ATMOSPHERE HAS TURNED RATHER SOUR.

- (BARKING)
- SOMEONE LOCK THE DOG IN!

I'M SURE LYNN WOULD BE HAPPY
TO GO FOR A DRINK WITH YOU,

- BLOW HIM TO BITS.
- I KNOW THE FEELING.

THERE'S THE BATH, HOP IN, THERE'S A LOOFAH...

WE BOTH LIKE THE "DAILY MAIL", WE BOTH DRIVE LEXI.

- WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
- SORRY.

- YOU'RE NOT A COPPER.
- A CITIZEN'S ARREST.

ABOVE ROOM TEMPERATURE, IT ALL CONGEALED
INTO ONE BIG DARK CHOCOLATE CRICKET BALL.

I WOULDN'T EAT A TOMATO IF IT SAID, "EAT ME"
WHICH IS NOT UNLIKELY GIVEN THE RUBBISH IN THEM.

I CAN'T EMPHASIS THAT ENOUGH

I SEE. THE IDEA IS THAT U2 ARE GOING INTO SPACE?

WE'LL MAKE SWEET LOVE AND I'LL DRIVE YOU HOME.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHERE IS BONO'S HOUSE?

- I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE A RAVER.
- I'M NOT. I'M STRAIGHT.

- AAH!
- GOOD SHOW THIS MORNING?