THERE GOES ALAN PARTRIDGE,
LICENSED TO KILL...TIME BY WATCHING VIDEOS.

- IT'S EMPTY.
- WHAT?

HMM. OH, YES, INDEED.

CAN I SEE THAT LIST?
I WANT TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS.

- LYNN, I'M NOT DRIVING A MINI METRO.
- BUT YOU DO HAVE TO MAKE SUBSTANTIAL SAVINGS.

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

SO HAD THE BRONTI SISTERS.

MR PARTRIDGE, UM...

ONE DAY I ARRANGED THEM ALL ON THE FLOOR

HE'S NECKING WITH HER. HE SAYS,
"I'VE GOT TO GO, LOVE. SOMETHING'S COME UP!"

GO AND EAT SOME COFFEE. DRINK IT.

DAN!

THAT IS THE STORY.

IT SAYS "COCK, PISS, PARTRIDGE".

THE MONEY THAT PAYS FOR THE BLACK GRANITE
WORK SURFACES, THE BRASS DIMMER SWITCHES

LET'S GET BACK TO "COCK-A-DOODLE WHO".

THAT'S JUST MONSTROUS USE OF A BIRO.

- HI. I'M ALAN PARTRIDGE.
- PIET.