IF YOU LET ME GO, I WILL GIVE YOU

- RUBBISH!
- I'M ON AN ARCHERY WEEKEND WITH HIM.

- I'M NOT THE VIETNAM. I'M TAKING THIS OFF.
- NO. LEAVE IT.

BLOW UP THE TREE AND USE THE LEAVES TO MAKE
A DRESS FOR YOUR WIFE, WHO'S ALSO YOUR BROTHER!

SPICE WORLD!

AND TO ME IT LOOKS LIKE TRAFFIC CONE THEFT.

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

SHALL WE GO INTO THE...?

(CHEERS)

THEY HAVE FUNERALS WITH FLORAL TRIBUTES
THAT SAY THINGS LIKE "MUM" AND "STAB".

CAN YOU HOLD ON A MOMENT, SUE?
CHRIS FEATHERS LIKES ME.

NO. THAT'S A RAZOR.
COULD HAVE DONE WITH THAT FOR THE CRACKLING.

WHAT'S THIS?
IT'S A CAST-IRON EGG-TREE, LACQUERED.

NO, IT'S FINE. THANK YOU.

"FROM FELIXSTOWE TO SPALDING, ALL THE ISSUES."

# HE'S THE MAN

(BANG)

- HOW'S THAT?
- YEAH, THAT'LL DO.