AND I ASKED, "WHO INVENTED THE SKIP?"
JACK ON LINE TWO.

NEVER YOU MIND, ALAN.

WE INTERSPERSE IT WITH THEIR FAVOURITE POP SONGS,
MAKE IT LIGHT-HEARTED, GIVE THEM A PLATFORM.

- LET'S NOT HAVE THAT DISCUSSION NOW.
- CAN I COME IN?

- AND THE HOUSE NAMES?
- YES. I'LL CALL IT "EXCALIBUR COTTAGE".

- THAT'S TERRIBLE.
- A DISASTER. I DON'T WANT MY FACE ON THIS!

WHO TORTURES YOU BY PUTTING YOUR HAIR
IN A FAX MACHINE AND PRESSING "SEND".

- OH, ALAN. CONE YOU TAKE A JOKE?
- OH, FUCK OFF!

T. GLADDEN E-MAILS TO SAY HE'D LIKE TO CLEAN OUT
THE ATTIC WITH THE LOVELY KATE WINSLET.

..EARTH. IT'S 4.39 A.M.

JILL. LOVELY JILL.
SHE'S MY FAVOURITE...

INSURANCE. AND, NO OFFENCE, LYNN...

SUE FROM PASTON WANTS TO SIT DOWN
WITH HOTPOT AND RED CABBAGE

RUNNING ALONG WITH MY BREASTS WITH TASSELS.
YOU CAN'T MAKE THEM GO THAT WAY.

"EEH, OCTOPUSSY."

THEY KNOW WHO I AM,
BUT YOU COULD BE A SEX OFFENDER.

- CERTAINLY.
- YEAH. YOU ROBOT.

- ANDREW.
- A FRIEND OF LYNN'S FROM THE CHURCH?