MR T OSSER. THAT DOESN'T EVEN WORK.

RIGHT. WELL, WHERE ARE YOU?

I THINK THERE'S SOME INTERESTING...

CALM DOWN, LYNN!
YOU'RE SUFFERING FROM MINOR WOMEN'S WHIPLASH.

I HEARD YOUR PHONE-IN, AND I LIKED YOUR CHAT WITH
THE GUY FROM SWAFFHAM. HE WAS A WACKY FELLA!

- GREAT. THREE...NO, FOUR LADY-BOYS.
- FOUR LADY-BOYS, RIGHTY-HO.

SORRY. THANK YOU, LOVE. A BIT ODD!

IT'S LIKE PRESS-UPS, ISN'T IT?

I KEEP LOOSE WERTHER'S ORIGINALS IN THEM.

MONZA SAID NO TO A FREE CARAVAN
AND YES TO A TOW-BAR.

ANYWAY, HE THANKS HER
FOR THAT STOLEN AFTERNOON

- OH, RIGHT.
-..SAY HELLO.

# GLANG GLANGA-LANGA LANGA LANGA LANGA LANG

L WILL NOT HAVE UNCLEANSED COFFEE CUPS HERE.
THE PLAGUE STARTED FROM A MALATTENDED SURFACE.

WHY IS IT THAT THEY PUT THE PERFUME
IN THE MONKEY'S EYES?

IF YOU COULD ASK FOR MY AUTOGRAPH THEN
AND SHAKE MY HAND...LATER!

SPECIFICALLY TOBLERONE.

THOSE SCOTCH EGGS WE HAD
AT THE PETROL STATION LAST NIGHT.