YEAH. WAYNE SLEEP.

- WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?
- THE TRAIN FOR LOWESTOFT.

BUT A FICTIONAL ONE IS THE WORTH OF BOAST WORLDS.

IF THIS JOB COMES OFF, AS REGARDS DECISION-MAKING,
WE'LL BE IN A "CAN-DO, GO" SITUATION.

LOOK AT ME.

HMM! A NICE BIG THICK SLICE OF THIN LIZZY.

LYNN, I'LL JUST GO UP TO MY ROOM.
GOT A BIT OF WORK TO DO.

I DON'T WANT ALIENS TO SEE THIS FROM SPACE.
IT WILL BE EMBARRASSING.

SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY.
ENCAPSULATES THE FRUSTRATION OF SUNDAY.

BUT WHAT IF HE HADN'T BEEN PLASTIC?

ABOUT EAST END THUGS WHO LEND YOU
AND A WEEK LATER YOU OWE THEM A MILLION.

BUT WITH THE APOLOGY YOU'RE ABOUT TO GIVE,
I'M SURE YOU CAN DIG YOURSELF OUT OF THIS UGLY HOLE.

THANK YOU VEY MUCH FOR BEING
"THIS MORNING'S FARMER".

NO, ACTUALLY. IT WAS LIKE THIS.

HAVE YOUS ALL DONE,
MAYBE LIKE TO ORDER A DESSERT?

I'M SORRY ABOUT THE COW EARLIER.
YOU'RE NOT A COW.

ACTUALLY, SOPHIE, THERE'S AN ISSUE I'VE BEEN
MEANING TO RAISE FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS.

I LOVE FAMILIES.
I USED TO HAVE ONE, BUT IT LEFT ME.