I HAVE. I'M DOING "NORFOLK NIGHTS"
AND I'VE GOT A SHOW...

- BANGKOK?
- AYE.

CAN YOU SMELL GAS?

STOP LAUGHING, LYNN. YOU'RE LAUGHING AT WEATHER!

A MILLION MILES FROM THE URBAN DECAY
OF THE MANCHESTER SHIP CANAL

SORRY ABOUT THAT.

AYE.

I'M TAKING THIS TABLE BACK. IT'S BLOODY USELESS.

- WHEN DID HE SIGN THAT?
- WHEN I WAS AT HIS HOUSE.

THEY COULD AFFORD TO EAT IN A MODEST RESTAURANT.

NOT CHRIST. SORRY, I KEEP SAYING CHRIST.

(BARKS)

- HI!
- OH, ALAN!

LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING...A NICE CHAP
AND DOESN'T MATTER WHAT RACE HE IS.

ALAN, YOUR P.A.'S ARRIVED.

- YEAH. SURE. NO PROBLEM.
- CHEERS.

SOMETIMES I USED TO LIKE SITTING HERE LIKE THIS...
WAITING FOR SONJA.

AND SAYING, "I'M A GIANT WITCH!"