I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

RADIO NORWICH, THE BEST MUSIC.

- NO,
- WHAT?

- THREE LAGERS.
- THREE PINTS OF LAGER, RIGHTY-HO.

ACTUALLY, SOPHIE, THERE'S AN ISSUE I'VE BEEN
MEANING TO RAISE FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS.

BAPTISM? HOW WILL THEY GET YOU TO THE FONT?
THEY'D NEED FOUR MEN TO LIFT YOU.

OK. I'M GOING TO MISS THIS CARAVAN.

- HELLO,
- WHAT YA DOING? WHO'S WITH YA?

L KNOW A CRACKING OWL SANCTUARY. HOW ABOUT IT?

HELLO. I'M A COMMUNIST WITH A GUN.
I HATE YOU LOT. CAN I USE YOUR TOILET?

THE VERY FACT YOU'RE QUESTIONING MY-MY-MY...
MY GOD.

- I'VE GOT A WIFE.
- IS SHE OLDER THAN YOU OR YOUNGER?

- WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- POURING THE WINE OUT.

I'VE GOT A GIRLFRIEND. WE WERE BONKING LIKE MAD
LAST NIGHT IN THE CARAVAN.

EXCELLENT.

IT'S LIKE BEING INSIDE AN ENORMOUS FOX'S
GLACIER MINT. WHICH, AGAIN, TO ME IS A BONUS.

AND DRIVEN TO A BIG WAREHOUSE
TO BE, LITERALLY, PULPED.

LET'S MAKE IT MORE FROTHY
WITH A SQUIRT OF LIGHT LEMON LIQUID.