LISTEN, LISTEN.

OH, GOOD.

PHWOAR! LOOK AT THE LEGS ON THAT.

GUESS WHICH ONE OF YOU TWO LADIES
I'M GOING TO MAKE LOVE WITH NOW.

AYE. I'D ADOPT A GREYHOUND.
THE LAST ONE I HAD WAS RIGHT CLEVER.

THANK YOU, ALAN.

AYE. I CAN HOLD IT UP TO MY MOUTH
LIKE A TANNOY...

- I STARTED ON CRACK.
- THAT'S NOT THE SAME AS CRACKLING?

- I'LL GET ANOTHER HALF BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE.
- YEAH, GO ON, THEN.

YES!

A LOVELY OLDEN DAYS MAP OF NORFOLK THERE.

- JAB IT INTO SOMEBODY'S EYE, LIKE THAT.
- THAT'S NOT A GADGET, MICHAEL.

IT'S THE POST OFFICE AND THE SPASTIC SOCIETY.

- OF WHAT?
- BEING BLOWN UP, BOMBS.

NO. I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU
A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT.

I'VE JUST REMEMBERED, I'VE FORGOTTEN MY CARD.

UNTIL YOU'VE LOOKED AT THE MAN
WHO'S JUST CANCELLED YOUR SECOND SERIES.

OR DO YOU GENUINELY LIKE ME, SEX-WISE?