DO YOU REMEMBER THE MAN WHO CAME UP
TO ASK FOR MY AUTOGRAPH?

- HERE COMES YOUR EGG IN A BAP.
- GREAT. MMM. YUM-YUM.

I MAY WANT TO MIX THEM, BUT THAT'S MY DECISION.

- NO. LITHOW STREET.
- THIS IS JOHN. SHOW HIM YOUR TOOL BELT.

WE'RE ON A SUBMARINE. TWO SAILORS
HAVE A GAME OF CHESS. THE CUPS START WOBBLING.

LISTENERS, I HAVE SOMEONE ON THE LINE
WHO FEARS HE MAY BE A GAY.

COME ON, IT'S ONLY A BIT OF CHOCOLATE!

WE'VE HAD SEVERAL CALLS
DURING THE LAST FEW HOURS

ALL RIGHT. WHAT'S HIS BOOK LIKE?
I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME.

I'M SORRY, LYNN.

(DEEP VOLCE) YES.

THAT'S A MILLION POUNDS!

I MUST SAY, I'M TREMENDOUSLY EXCITED BY ALL THIS.

TELL YOU WHAT AMUSES ME, MICHAEL,
IS WHEN PEOPLE CRITICISE MY BOOK

- LYNN, THAT IS NOT A PENIS.
- IT'S THE BEST I COULD DO.

THIS IS A NEW TABLE. IT'S NOT QUITE FINISHED.

ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE SAME TIME TOMORROW.

COME BACK!