JUST RELAX. THERE'S A FOAMY BIT ON YOUR SHOULDER.

INCLUDING YOUR WIFE, WHICH IS WHY YOU END UP
LIVING LIKE SOME TRAMP IN A LAY-BY.

WHAT, ON THE ROOF?

YES, INDEED. MY NAME'S DAVE CLIFTON,
AND THERE GOES ALAN PARTRIDGE -

LEVEL WITH ME, PIET. HAVE I GOT THIS JOB?

THANK YOU. I'LL HAVE A BAILEYS.

I'M GOING TO GO HOME

IF THIS JOB COMES OFF, AS REGARDS DECISION-MAKING,
WE'LL BE IN A "CAN-DO, GO" SITUATION.

I'D JUST STARTED MY SPEECH
WHEN THE HEAVENS OPENED.

- ALAN PARTRIDGE.
- DAN MOODY.

WHY IS IT THAT THEY PUT THE PERFUME
IN THE MONKEY'S EYES?

REALLY BIG BOUNCE RIGHT OVER
AND I LAND ON MY FEET.

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

OH, GUV'NOR, HE'S GOT ME BANG TO RIGHTS.

- CAN I TAKE THAT FOR YOU?
- OH, HOW VERY THOUGHTFUL.

ANYWHERE DOWN THE CENTRAL LINE,
ALL THE MAJOR ORGANS ARE KEPT.

JET FROM "GLADIATORS" TO HOST
A MILLENNIUM BARN DANCE AT YEOVIL AERODROME.

YOUR SALES TECHNIQUE IS AWFUL. AND YOU'RE
LOW ON BODYLINE BRUSHABLE JOINT SEALER.