I WON'T BORE YOU WITH THE DETAILS,
BUT I DROVE TO DUNDEE IN BARE FEET

IT'S DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND WHY YOU SAY SPLIDDING

- OH, ALAN. CONE YOU TAKE A JOKE?
- OH, FUCK OFF!

# YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME, DO YOU? #

YOU ARE NOT THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER!
IF YOU WERE, THE COUNTY WOULD GO TO POT!

THAT'S SUCH A POINTLESS DEATH.

OK. THANKS, LYNN.

- AND A SIDE CLUMP OF CRESS.
- RIGHT. AND YOU WANT THAT NOW?

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

ALL RIGHT. GOODNIGHT, ALAN.

CAR. I'M SORRY. I FORGOT.

YOU DON'T THINK MY ROOM
SCARED THEM, DO YOU?

FIVE, COR! MY FIVE-BEDROOM BASTARD HOUSE.

NO, IT'S A GOOD IDEA.
I COULD GET LYNN TO DRIVE US THERE.

SHALL I BOOK YOU FOR CHRISTMAS DINNER?

CERTAINLY NOT "BRAVO TWO ZERO" BY ANDY MCNAB,
WHICH ACTUALLY IMPROVES WITH EVERY READ.

- SHOE COVERS.
- YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LIVE ON A WARD.

IT'S FAIRLY WELL CONCEALED IN CASUAL CLOTHING,
BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME IN MY UNDERPANTS.