IT'S FUNNIER THAN RAIN.

- WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SOUP?
- I'M NOT A TRAMP.

THAT'S ME BIKE. THAT'S DESERT STORM.

I LIKE YOU AS WELL. YOU'RE PACKED IN A BIT TIGHT.

LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING...A NICE CHAP
AND DOESN'T MATTER WHAT RACE HE IS.

LET ME REMIND YOU.

AND YOUR MEETING
WITH PIET MORANT FROM DANTE FIRES.

BLOODY HELL.

- YES. HOW'S THE BOOK DOING?
- WONDERFULLY WELL.

JUST STICK TO YOUR SMILE. IT'S A LOVELY SMILE.

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

"HEATHCLIFF!" PANG!
THEN HE REALLY WOULD BE WUTHERING.

IN 1975, I WAS CATCHING THE LONDON TRAIN
FROM CREWE.

HELLO, TODD. SNAZZY JEANS YOU'VE GOT ON.

DESPITE WHAT I SAID EARLIER. AT ANY ONE TIME
I HAVE NINE BOTTLES OF WINE IN MY HOUSE.

I NORMALLY HAVE FILES IN HERE,
BUT I'VE GOT SOME IN THE ROOM.

BUT NO, IT'S ON THE SIDE OF MY CAR.

IT WAS A HUMOROUS INTRO INTO A SONG,
WHICH HAS BEEN TAKEN TOO LITERALLY