LIKE A BOW-TIE, BUT MINIATURE?
LIKE AN ACTION MAN BOW-TIE.

- SHALL WE POP THE LIGHTS ON?
- HANG ON.

IT DOES LOOK TO ME LIKE TORCHES
ATTACHED TO A BICYCLE WHEEL...

I WANT A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT AT THE BBC
TO MAKE TELEVISION PROGRAMMES.

RIGHT.

RIGHT. GET DIALLING. IF YOU WANT TO
CROSS THE CLIFTON SUSPENSION QUIZ,

AND LET IT SLOSH ROUND MY SYSTEM,
DISPENSING THE COFFEE.

"FROM FELIXSTOWE TO SPALDING, ALL THE ISSUES."

SO WE WANT TO GIVE OUR SALES FORCE
SOMETHING INSPIRATIONAL.

JACKA-NACKA-NORY! AH, THAT'S BETTER.

WHO WILL HOPEFULLY
NOT BE MASSACRING ANYONE THIS EVENING,

A LOT OF BITTERNESS.
YOU END ALMOST EVERY ANECDOTE WITH THE PHRASE,

- WHAT'S RUDE ABOUT A BODY?
- TITS?

AND YOU THINK, "SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY!"

L THINK HE'LL BE A BIT TOUGHER THAN THAT, LYNN.

HERE'S BRIAN AND MICHAEL.

OH, MY GOD!

TO MEN LIKE THAT, YOUR BUILDING SOCIETY BOOKS
MAKE FASCINATING READING.