I COULD HOLD IT THERE AND SHOUT
"STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!"

IF YOU'RE AT A FAIR, THEY MIGHT
PUT YOUR HEAD IN A CANDY-FLOSS MACHINE.

IS SOMETHING THE MATTER?

THAT'S A RELIEF. YOUR MIND PLAYS TRICKS.

- OH! TALK OF THE DEVIL!
- MORNING, MR PARTRIDGE.

IT'S 4.35 A.M. YOU'RE LISTENING
TO "UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE".

WHEN I SAT DOWN, I LOOKED UP AND REALISED
IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN PETER PURVES.

- NO.
- IT'S A JOKE.

ALAN, YOUR P.A.'S ARRIVED.

(KNOCKING)
COME IN.

- I AM NOT SCARED TO DOGS.
- THESE ARE MORE LIKE FAT HORSES.

YOU SHOULD DO HIM A CHEAP KITCHEN.

THEN EAT THE EVIDENCE.

"KOJAK"!

- REMEMBER TO TAKE THE FOIL OFF FIRST.
- THAT'S JUST PIES.

# SUCH A COLD FINGER

I CAN'T MANAGE A WHOLE ONE. FANCY SOME?

AND A COPY OF THE "DAILY EXPRESS".
OOH...IT'S A GOOD PAPER.