HE WAS ASKING WHAT KIND OF PHONE I HAD
AND I SAID, "A MOTOROLA TIMEPORT."

TO MEN LIKE THAT, YOUR BUILDING SOCIETY BOOKS
MAKE FASCINATING READING.

- OH! TALK OF THE DEVIL!
- MORNING, MR PARTRIDGE.

FROM FAT, CHUBBY LADIES OF THE RENAISSANCE,
TO HARD-FACED CROMWELLIAN SOURPUSSES,

AND HE SAID
"THAT'S SA-A-AD! YOU OUGHT TO UPGRADE,"

OH, MICHAEL!

I CAN FEEL THE BLOOD SQUELCHING. CAN YOU HEAR IT?

GUIDE DOGS FOR THE BLIND. IT'S CRUEL, REALLY, ISN'T IT?

- CAN YOU GO OUTSIDE?
- ALL RIGHT.

I'LL GO AND GET SOME CHAMPAGNE, SHALL I?

L WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU THINK YOU EARN
THE RIGHT TO GO SWANNING OFF ON THESE LUDICROUS...

YOU CAN START OFF WITH A SMALL COLLISION LIKE THIS
THEN BUILD TO A BIG ONE,

IT'S JUST CRUEL, ISN'T IT?

- I AM ALL YOURS!
- DO YOU MIND IF I TURN THE LIGHT OUT?

APART FROM THAT, I'VE GOT A SMOOTH CHEST
WITH A RING OF HAIRS ROUND EACH NIPPLE

SORRY ABOUT THAT.

I'M GOING TO GET A GINSTER'S FROM THE FRIDGE.
PUT IT ON THE SLATE.

BUT THANKS VERY MUCH
FOR THE GEAR KNOB, AND GOODNIGHT.