BASICALLY, TERRESTRIAL TV IS A DEAD DUCK,
AND WHO WATCHES A DEAD DUCK?

THAT WAS ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRES IN THE DARK

ABSOLUTELY. THE NORFOLK BROADS OFFERS THE TRUE
PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY OF THE ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE.

(SIGHS)

WORD PORRIDGE!

DON'T DRAW A COCK!

# HIT ME! HIT ME... #
ONLY A FEW MORE NIGHTS IN THE CARAVAN.

WHICH IS CLIMAXING AT MIDNIGHT WITH MADNESS.

GOT UP, WALKED DOWNSTAIRS, HAD BREAKFAST. DIDN'T
EVEN WASH MY HANDS, 'CAUSE I'M A BLOODY BLOKE!

# WHY DO BIRDS SUDDENLY APPEAR... #

L CHECKED TO MAKE SURE I COULD
RE-ATTACH THEM. NOTHING'S DAMAGED.

GIVEN THAT IT'S TOO LATE TO BOOK ANYONE EKE,
THE ANSWER HAS TO BE YES.

THE STOCKS ARE NOW OPEN
FOR CUSTARD-PIE THROWING.

- ER, BEN?
- YEAH?

- A BADGER. I SEE HER AS A BADGER.
- I CAN IMAGINE HER SNIFFING THE AIR.

RIGHT.

IT'S LIKE BEING INSIDE AN ENORMOUS FOX'S
GLACIER MINT. WHICH, AGAIN, TO ME IS A BONUS.