- LOSE YOUR KEY?
- I COULDN'T OPEN MY DOOR AS I'D LOST MY KEY.

WHEN I'VE CALMED DOWN
I'LL KISS HIM BETTER WHERE I STABBED HIM.

IN THREE MINUTES' TIME
I'LL BE TALKING TO NORFOLK'S YOUNGEST BUTCHER.

A LOT OF BITTERNESS.
YOU END ALMOST EVERY ANECDOTE WITH THE PHRASE,

YOU COULD SIT ON HIS FACE.

INDEED.

SOME OF THE BOXES ARE A BIT FADED

THERE IS TO BE NO SECOND SERIES, AND I'VE
LISTENED TO YOUR IDEAS, I'VE LISTENED TO THEM ALL,

I DON'T WANT TO BE INFAMOUS, I WANT TO BE FAMOUS.

I'VE DONE IT AGAIN.

- THAT'S SACKING PEOPLE.
- WELL, BASICALLY, YEAH.

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THEIR SOULS.

BUT I THINK I'M SLIGHTLY CONSTIPATED.

THEY'RE LIKE BABY BAGS FOR YOUR FEET.

AND A CRESCENT OF CRISPS, PLEASE.

THEY'RE ACTUALLY LEFT-HAND DRIVE. SO YOU'D
JUST BE GRABBING PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR FAMILY.

- THERE WE GO.
- THANKS VERY MUCH.

I'M STILL DRINKING IT.