QUITE LITERALLY. I'M ON THE RING ROAD.
THE THIRD TIME ROUND.

HE WANTS TO BE BURIED IN A LARGE SATIN-LINED
COFFIN WITH A COUPLE OF PAGE THREE STUNNERS.

THOSE GUYS DON'T CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE,
OR IF YOU'RE GAY.

LET ME REMIND YOU.

"FLATLEY, MY DEAR, I DON'T RIVERDANCE....
GIVE A DAMN."

FROM THE BRIT-POP BANDS
LIKE UB4O, DEF LEPPARD,

YOUR AIR BAG'S DEPLOYED. MINE HASN'T.

BECAUSE GOD IS A VERY POSITIVE GOD.

ALTHOUGH MY COUSIN DID ONCE BUY A PIRATED
TWEENIE FROM A COVERED MARKET IN BRUNDALL

YOU KNOW, ONE TO CANCEL OUT THE NEGATIVE

A-HA!

I'M NEVER GOING TO USE THEM.

- YOO-HOO!
- HELLO, LYNN. WOULD YOU LIKE A COFFEE?

I CAN DISCONNECT IT, PUT A SCRAMBLE ON IT,
JUST KNOCK IT OUT OF THE SYSTEM.

WOULD YOU BE PRONE TO TEMPTATION LIKE ADAM?

"I'LL HAVE TO TELL SOME OTHER RUSSIANS."

LYNN, CALL BILL ODDIE AND..

HOW DID THE COUNTY SHOW GO, ALAN?