T. GLADDEN E-MAILS TO SAY HE'D LIKE TO CLEAN OUT
THE ATTIC WITH THE LOVELY KATE WINSLET.

(COW MOOING)

AYE. THIS ONE TIME, RIGHT,
L WAS STATIONED OUT IN BELIZE

THESE AWARDS ARE ABOUT PEOPLE
LIKE SUSAN CRESSWELL.

"FLATLEY, MY DEAR, I DON'T RIVERDANCE....
GIVE A DAMN."

WHEN YOU'RE AT YOUR BLEAKEST MOMENTS,

DIFFICULT ONE TO FIGURE OUT, THAT.
BUT THEY'RE JUST DEAF,

WE NORMALLY HAVE THREE CLOCKS
TELLING THE TIME IN LONDON, PARIS AND DUBLIN.

- NO, SHE'S FINE.
- RIGHT.

INTERESTING, BECAUSE YOU DO SOUND
LIKE A BADDIE IN A JAMES BOND FILM.

ONE FOR HIM AND ONE FOR HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW.

- LONELY NIGHTS IN THE DESERT.
- THAT'S ALL FIXED NOW. I'LL BE ON ME WAY.

HE RAN OFF. HE GOT SCARED AND RAN AWAY.

SHIT!

NO.

- MAKE THE PLACE YOUR OWN.
- I CAN'T BELIEVE!

SO... HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, ALAN?

THINK ABOUT IT. NO ONE HAD HEARD OF OXFORD
BEFORE "INSPECTOR MORSE".