GOODNIGHT.

AND THE POT-SMOKING,
WHORE-RIDDEN WATERWAYS OF AMSTERDAM.

"FROM ALAN PARTRIDGE."

YOU'VE GOT SIX POINTS.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO CALL THE HOUSE?

THAT'S THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.

BANG! BLOOD DRIBBLES DOWN.

AND I THINK IT...

A FRIED BREAKFAST MAKES AN EXCELLENT APHRODISIAC.
EXCUSE ME.

- BY ALL MEANS.
- WHERE IS IT?

- THERE'S NO POINT IN FINISHING THE SENTENCE.
- BUT IF YOU...

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

NO. SHE MOVED TO SUNDERLAND.

PROBABLY DESIGNED
BY THE PERSON WHO DID THE TABLE.

- SPLENDID AND TREMENDOUS.
- IT'S A GIRLS-ONLY NIGHT TONIGHT.

BRILLIANT!

WITH LANDLORDS, WITH FARMERS.

NO. I'M FINE, THANKS. I'LL JUST CHECK ON MICHAEL.