SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM.

UTTER, UTTER NUTTERS.

IT'S A TRAVEL TAVERN.

WITH LANDLORDS, WITH FARMERS.

IT'S MINE.

- OH, ALAN. CONE YOU TAKE A JOKE?
- OH, FUCK OFF!

AND A CHAP IN HIS EARLY FORTIES,

- RIGHT, YOU BOOK ALONE?
- YEP.

- JUST A MINERAL WATER FOR ME, PLEASE.
- ACTUALLY, I'LL HAVE A MINERAL WATER, TOO.

IN THE BEST CHAPTER,
I TALK ABOUT WHEN I GORGED ON TOBLERONE

TO MAKE A COMPLETE CAR.

- (BELL DINGS)
- MY TOAD-IN-THE-HOLE.

I PRESENT A MILITARY-BASED QUIZ SHOW
ON A DAYTIME DIGITAL CHANNEL CALLED UK CONQUEST.

I PRESUME WE'RE ALL GOING TO KEEP IN TOUCH
NOW THE WORK'S FINISHED?

WHAT'S SO FUNNY?

- ARE YOU READY FOR THE MEETING?
- YOU'LL BE THERE.

- I KNOW I SAID ALL THAT STUFF.
- NO, NO.

RIGHT. I'VE GOT YOU
THAT "BAD SLAGS" BOOK YOU ASKED FOR.