YOU DON'T NEED BEAUTY SLEEP. WELL, FORTY WINKS.

THAT'S YOU. YOU'RE NAKED.

AND I HAD THIS LITTLE MACAQUE MONKEY
AS A PET, RIGHT.

THEY'RE TRAINED AND VERY RIGHT-WING.

THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S CALLED AN AIREALATOR.

YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO HAS A PROVEN TRACK RECORD
FOR MAKING BAD TELEVISION PROGRAMMES.

PERHAPS IT DOESN'T FIT IN WITH HER BLINKERED
VIEW OF THE WORLD. NEVERTHELESS, NICE SONG.

I SOLD A MAKITA CORDLESS DRILL IN THE LOCAL PAPER,

I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOUR WIFE.

WHERE DO YOU LIVE, BILL? WHAT'S YOUR ADDRESS?

SHE'S A MEMBER OF A BAPTIST CHURCH.
I THINK THEY'RE A BIT...

- SHE'S SHACKED UP WITH MY BROTHER.
- OH, RIGHT.

I WAS THERE SHOUTING WITH EVERYONE EKE,

YES.

- TO KEEP YOU OUT, YOU THIEF!
- YOU WHAT?

SHALL WE STOP TALKING IN A MEDIEVAL WAY?
WHAT'S ON YOUR SHOW TODAY?

THEIR GIBBERISH CLASSIC -
AND MY TRIBUTE TO HER MAJESTY'S POLICE.

STICK THIS ON.