AND ANOTHER ONE JUST SO I CAN HAVE A POSITIVE.

- LYNN! I'LL JUST SPEAK OVER YOU.
- BUT...

# NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD COME TO THIS

IN 1975, I WAS CATCHING THE LONDON TRAIN
FROM CREWE.

AND HE SAID
"THAT'S SA-A-AD! YOU OUGHT TO UPGRADE,"

DIFFICULT ONE TO FIGURE OUT, THAT.
BUT THEY'RE JUST DEAF,

FEW OF THEM MAKE 60.
WHY ARE THERE HOLES IN MY "DAILY MAIL"?

RIGHT.

BIG BIRD.

GOD ALONE KNOWS, ALAN.

# QUITE AS GOOD AS YOU

YES. WE'LL GO STRAIGHT TO APACHE...
AFTER A PUB LUNCH FOR AN HOUR.

WHICH IS THE SAME AS LONDON
BUT YOU NEED TO BE REMINDED.

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

I LIKE YOU AS WELL. YOU'RE PACKED IN A BIT TIGHT.

- ARE YOU ALAN PARTRIDGE?
YES.

A SONG THERE ABOUT A PROSTITUTE. DOESN'T
GIVE HER SURNAME. MUST GIVE HER A CALL.

YOU COULD TRY "WATCHDOG",
BUT I THINK THEY'VE GOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY.