NO? HE'S GONE. PITY.
MARVELLOUS LITTLE TAPAS BAR THERE.

IT'S JUST CRUEL, ISN'T IT?

I'VE SAT ON THE BASTARD. WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?

USE THE SAUSAGE TO SCOOP THE BEANS OUT.

LOOK LIKE A WOMAN, BUT REALLY IT'S A MAN.

- YOU EVER BEEN TO IRELAND, ALAN?
- NO. I'D LOVE TO GO.

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

ABOUT THAT.

I DON'T SEE WHAT THIS IS GOING TO GAIN YOU.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO CALL THE HOUSE?

OH... NO, NO.

HELLO, MR PARTRIDGE. DRINK?

WHY HAVE YOU GOT BISCUITS
SELLOTAPED TO YOUR FACE?

- "A PARTRIDGE AMONGST THE PIGEONS."
- WHAT'S THAT?

- I DON'T MEAN WITH AN ACTUAL CUP.
- MORE LIKE AN EGG CUP!

WELL... TO BE HONEST, I'M CHUFFED LIKE MAD.
SHE WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT!

- DOWN THE SINK?
- YEP.

TERRIBLE IDEA. NO ONE'LL WATCH THAT.