"AND I THINK LOTS OF BOYS ON AN ISLAND
KILLING A FAT BOY"

SORRY. I WON'T DO THE SHOTGUN THING ON THE RADIO.
THAT'S JUST FOR THE BAPTISTS.

- IF I CAN TURN TO YOU, KATE.
- SURE.

- YOU'RE SEXY, BUT I DON'T TRUST YOU.
- JAMES BOND DOESN'T LIVE IN A CARAVAN.

I DON'T WANT TO BE INFAMOUS, I WANT TO BE FAMOUS.

A LOLLIPOP.

IS HE GOING TO GET PETROL? NO.
HE'S JUST USING THE FORECOURT TO TURN ROUND.

- SHALL WE PUT THE LIGHTS ON?
- NEVER MIND THAT.

AND THAT MADE ME LAUGH.

- FROM GO WEST...
- FANNIES!

I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. I FIND IT DIFFICULT...

- YUP.
- SEE MY BROTHER.

OPENING SEQUENCE - ME IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE
FEEDING THE PIGEONS, GOING, "OH, GOD!"

# HE PAINTED SALFORD'S SMOKY TOPS
ON CARDBOARD BOXES FROM THE SHOPS

MY HEAD WAS IN CONTACT WITH THE HEADREST.

RIGHT. OK. I JUST THOUGHT I'D ASK.

AFTER YOU.
NOT YOU, LYNN. STAY HERE, GET ON THE PHONE.

# TAKE A PINCH OF WHITE MAN
WRAP HIM UP IN BLACK SKIN... #