SO WE MOVED OURSELVES INTO THE MARQUEE,
WHICH WAS LEAKING LIKE A SIEVE...

I LIKE "GOLDFINGER". THAT BIT
WHERE THE LASER BEAM'S GOING UP HIS JAFFAS.

- IT'S QUITE DISTRACTING WHEN YOU INTERRUPT.
- YOU JUST INTERRUPTED HER!

NO, BUT THIS COULD BE A COMPACT SWISS CHALET.

(STEVE) IT'S A DEAD COW.
WHERE THE BLEEDING HELL DID THAT COME FROM?

IT SOUNDS BAD.

- WHY DON'T YOU JUST APOLOGISE AND...
- MOO!

I WOULDN'T HIT THEM WITH A SHOVEL
NO MATTER HOW BAD THE BOOKS WERE'.

- YOU WANT ME TO PAY RENT?
- I'M SURE WE CAN COME TO AN ARRANGEMENT.

- DO YOU WANT ANY PETROL?
- I'LL GET IT ACROSS THE ROAD.

TO GO WITH MY MIDI HI-FI SYSTEM

WELL, WHERE DO I START?

- HOW MANY BEDROOMS HAS IT GOT?
- FIVE.

YES.

AND A CHAP IN HIS EARLY FORTIES,

THAT'S YOU AS WELL.
SHOOT ME NOW WITH A MASSIVE GUN!

BEN, MR PARTRIDGE WAS SAYING THAT HE COULDN'T
SEE "BANGKOK CHICK-BOYS" FROM HIS BATHROOM.

I'M A SOFT TARGET.
THEY WON'T GO FOR THE PRIME MINISTER,