YOU'RE ALL RIGHT WITH THAT,
BECAUSE IT'S A RACE OF PEOPLE, AND IT'S A FOOD.

- WE'RE BRUNCHING.
- CAN I SHAKE HANDS AGAIN?

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

EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT, MR PARTRIDGE?

I'D LIKE YOU TO RETURN
MY "SPY WHO LOVED ME" VIDEO.

- CAN YOU SEE ME TOMORROW?
- I'D LOVE TO.

- RUBBISH!
- I'M ON AN ARCHERY WEEKEND WITH HIM.

I'VE GOT IT ALL HERE. IT'S HILARIOUS.

- YES. GOOD MORNING, ALAN...
- WHOA. LET ME FINISH.

- I'M HAVING A BARBECUE, FANCY COMING OVER?
- I'D LOVE TO!

TO MEN LIKE THAT, YOUR BUILDING SOCIETY BOOKS
MAKE FASCINATING READING.

- YOU REALLY HAVE GOT A LOT OF ISSUES.
- YEAH. OF "WHAT CAR?" MAGAZINE.

- IT'S QUITE DISTRACTING WHEN YOU INTERRUPT.
- YOU JUST INTERRUPTED HER!

I FOUND MYSELF IN A RUSH FOR THE ONE REMAINING SEAT

IF THE WORST COMES TO THE WORST
YOU CAN MOVE IN TO LYNN'S MUM'S BEDROOM.

IN RECESSED LETTERING,
WHICH WOULD ALSO COLLECT CRUMBS.

FROM THE LITTLE-BITTY CHEF.

RUNNING ALONG WITH MY BREASTS WITH TASSELS.
YOU CAN'T MAKE THEM GO THAT WAY.