I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

WELL, IT BOUNCED OFF A ROCK...

GUESS WHICH ONE OF YOU TWO LADIES
I'M GOING TO MAKE LOVE WITH NOW.

IT'S 11.3O. TIME FOR MY "DEEP BATH".

AND YOU PRESS A BUTTON,
YOU HEAR ALL THE SLAVES GOING, "WOOOH", LIKE THAT,

GADZOOKS! IT'S THE NOBLE
SIR DAVID CLIFTON OF RADIOSHIRE.

- MORNING, SOPHIE. YOU'RE NOT A MAN, ARE YOU?
- NO.

JUST PUT "NICE PLUMS".

NO. YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.
IT WOULD MAKE ME LOOK IMPORTANT

AND THEN MAKE A PROGRAMME ABOUT IT.

WELL, CLOSE THE DOOR.

IT'S 11 P.M. TIME FOR "ALAN'S LOVE ASYLUM".

LET'S JUST FINISH YOUR NECK OFF NOW
WITH SOME FINAL SUDS.

SO, HOW MANY PEOPLE
WERE KILLED IN THE IRISH FAMINE?

(JILL) THAT'S FINE.

- SHALL WE START?
- YES.

SORRY. THANK YOU, LOVE. A BIT ODD!

I THINK I'LL GO TO MY ROOM AND LEAN ON THE SINK.