SOME AS YOUNG AS THE ONES
HOLDING BALLOONS OVER THERE -

ALAN, HAVE WE GOT A SECOND SERIES?

(WOMAN) I THINK WE'LL BE GIANT..

- HAVE YOU BEEN SPYING ON US?
- NO.

ANYWAY, THEN HE PUTS ON HIS UNDERPANTS
AND HIS SKI SUIT AND HE STARTS SKIING.

THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT. YOUR CAREER.

TOOTHLESS SIMPLETONS...

- WHAT?
- I'M OFFERING YOU A DRINK.

UNLESS I'VE GROSSLY MISREAD THE SITUATION.

WE'LL HAVE THAT PINT.

IT'S 10P,M,
THIS IS "NORFOLK NIGHTS" WITH ALAN PARTRIDGE.

(SINGS BADLY)

I'M IN A STATIC HOME WITH THREE WOMEN.

THAT'S NOT TOAST. THAT'S HOT, FLOPPY BREAD.

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

IT'S WHEN PEOPLE RELIEVE THEMSELVES
ON EACH OTHER.

AND YOU THINK, "GOD, HE'S GOING TO DIE!"
BUT THEN, AT THE LAST MINUTE...

WHO'S THE OTHER ONE?