IN A DEAD MAN'S CHAIR
LECHING AT HER LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT...

SORRY ABOUT THAT. YOU MUST BE SICK OF THAT.

AND I'M NOT SURE ABOUT THESE.

- I'M JOKING.
- GREAT!

- ALL RIGHT, GUYS?
- ALL RIGHT?

- GRAFFITI? WHAT, IN THE HOTEL?
- NO, THERE'S NEVER ANY GRAFFITI IN THE HOTEL.

- THEY CALL NORFOLK THE RUMP OF BRITAIN.
- IT LOOKS LIKE A BOOB.

AT THRESHER'S.
SHE WAS LOADING BOOZE INTO HER CAR.

WOULD YOU SETTLE THIS MONTH'S BILL, PLEASE?

LET'S LOOK AT SOME RECORDS. THERE'S AN ENTRY HERE
FOR TOMAHAWK LEISURE. WHAT WAS THAT?

BE CAREFUL. NO LIGHTS ON THE DUAL CARRIAGEWAY.

YOU THREW A MONKEY IN THE SEA?

- GUM?
- YEAH. CHEERS.

OF COURSE, TAPE MEASURES
IN THOSE DAYS WERE VIEWED WITH SUSPICION.

TERRIBLE IDEA. NO ONE'LL WATCH THAT.

MICHAEL.

I HAVE. I'M DOING "NORFOLK NIGHTS"
AND I'VE GOT A SHOW...

- WHAT?
- I'M OFFERING YOU A DRINK.