(KISS)

# I LOVED YOU TOO #

- COME ON.
- IT'S OUR FAMILY REMIT.

A FEW TOO MANY BLACKS!

THERE'S NO WINE IN IT

- AAGH!
- WHAT?

- I DIDN'T REALISE.
- YOU TOOK MY LIP OFF!

- OH! TALK OF THE DEVIL!
- MORNING, MR PARTRIDGE.

OH, GOD! UM...

I WOULDN'T HIT THEM WITH A SHOVEL
NO MATTER HOW BAD THE BOOKS WERE'.

SPECTACLES, DRIVING GLOVES, PHONE, WALLET, KEYS.

- WHO'S HAD US IN STITCHES.
- (BOTH GIGGLE)

GADZOOKS! IT'S THE NOBLE
SIR DAVID CLIFTON OF RADIOSHIRE.

I'M GETTING THE HANG OF THIS.
MIND YOU, I HAVE BEEN HERE TEN WEEKS.

THE "DAILY MAIL"?
ARGUABLY THE BEST NEWSPAPER IN THE WORLD.

- THEY'RE NOT INVESTIGATING ME.
- WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER.

- OH, COME ON.
- YEAH, ALL RIGHT, THEN.

- GIVE HIM ANOTHER SERIES, YOU SWINE!
- YEAH, GIVE ME ANOTHER SERIES, YOU SHIT.