LOOKS LIKE A LADY, BUT REALLY IT'S A MAN.

NO. HIS SILENCE, I THINK, SPEAKS VOLUMES.

- THAT'S VERY GENEROUS.
- I'VE BEEN AMBUSHED.

I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP IN LYNN'S DEAD MUM'S BED.

UNLESS I'VE GROSSLY MISREAD THE SITUATION.

IN MY PRE-HAIR DAYS.

YOU'VE MISSED A BIT.

THEY'RE ONLY THE BAND
THE BEATLES COULD HAVE BEEN.

WHAT DO YOU RECKON?
"3 P.M. AN AFTERNOON WITH ALAN PARTRIDGE,"

A LOLLIPOP.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- SORRY. I'M NOT ENYA.

RIGHT. ERROR ONE...

- (KNOCKING)
- GOOD, LYNN. COME IN.

(COWBOY ACCENT) YEAH. I THINK I'LL GO
AND READ SIMON HEFFER ON THE VERANDA.

- THIS WILL PUT NORWICH ON THE MAP.
- WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT?

NO, NOT YOU, THE WOMAN BEHIND.

- WHERE DO YOU WANT THESE SOCKETS?
- TWO THERE, TWO THERE, ONE IN THE MIDDLE.

- HI, ALAN. HELLO, LYNN. HELLO, BUILDERS.
- I TOLD YOU. WATCH.