NO, FINE.

- BOLLOCKS! YOU DON'T KNOW BONO.
- I DO KNOW BONO.

YOU TELL TAX PEOPLE THEY WON'T FIND YOUR MONEY?

- A TABLE FOR TWO, SIR?
- YES, PLEASE.

DO YOU FANCY A CUP
OF DELICIOUS MICROWAVEABLE SOUP?

- AYE. THAT'S GLOBAL WARMING.
- NO. THAT'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

BANG! BLOOD DRIBBLES DOWN.

SO WHAT DO PEOPLE THINK

THERE WE GO, LYNN. TONY HAYERS.

LIKE A HUMAN JCB.

AND THE POT-SMOKING,
WHORE-RIDDEN WATERWAYS OF AMSTERDAM.

I DON'T AGREE, HE'D GO TO LEGOLAND. BYE.

I'M JUST PREPARING A JOKE FOR THEM,
WHICH SHOULD BE FUN.

- HE'D HAVE BEEN 41 NEXT MONTH.
- OH, GOD.

(VERY FAST DRUMBEAT)

- UNLESS YOU CAN THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER.
- COULD GO SHOPPING.

OH, GREAT. WILL YOU COME AND SEE
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW NEXT WEEKEND?

LISTEN. I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT BEFORE.
YOU CAUGHT ME AT A BAD MOMENT.