(LIFT BELL DINGS)

WHO WAS THAT MAN
WHO WAS BORING ME AT THE FUNERAL?

THAT FARMERS ENCOUNTER FROM ARMCHAIR PUNDITS
WHO FORGET TO THINK BEFORE THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH.

SO HOW LONG'S "LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOY"
BEEN COMING IN?

GRAB A PEW.

- OH, RIGHT.
-..SAY HELLO.

JUST DO IT. GO AND STEAL A CONE, MAN.

AND "WET CHRISTMAS".

THEN I'D FLY TO CORNWALL
AND SMASH INTO THE SEA IN A BALL OF FLAMES.

- DID THE AERIAL COME DOWN WITH HIM?
- YES, IT DID.

YOU DID. YOU DROVE UP TO DUNDEE IN BARE FEET.

WHEN GOD WAS HANDING OUT CHESTS...

YOU'VE GOT A LOT TO LEARN.

REMEMBER THE BREATHING TECHNIQUES
FROM TAPE ONE. PLEASE RELAX,

I THINK YOU'RE INCREASINGLY MOVING TOWARDS AN AREA

I THINK YOU'VE GOT A VIVID IMAGINATION.

FAT ARMS, BEARDS
AND THAT'S JUST THE MEN...WOMEN.

AYE. I'D ADOPT A GREYHOUND.
THE LAST ONE I HAD WAS RIGHT CLEVER.